An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 pagini Added t.p., engraved. |
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... WILD HONEYSUCKLE THE INDIAN BURYING - GROUND DEATH'S EPITAPH - FROM " THE HOUSE OF NIGHT " THE PARTING GLASS ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN ON A TRAVELLING SPECULATOR THE SCURRILOUS SCRIBE Joseph Hopkinson PAGE HAIL COLUMBIA 3 John Shaw ...
... WILD HONEYSUCKLE THE INDIAN BURYING - GROUND DEATH'S EPITAPH - FROM " THE HOUSE OF NIGHT " THE PARTING GLASS ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN ON A TRAVELLING SPECULATOR THE SCURRILOUS SCRIBE Joseph Hopkinson PAGE HAIL COLUMBIA 3 John Shaw ...
Pagina xlix
... WILD GEESE HIS STATEMENT OF THE CASE THE WAYSIDE 425 • 425 426 426 426 Joaquin Miller COLUMBUS 426 MEDUSA AT THE GRAVE OF WALKER 427 A SONG FOR LEXINGTON WESTWARD HO ! 427 • MAN AND NATURE . CROSSING . THE PLAINS . 428 VAQUERO . 428 BY ...
... WILD GEESE HIS STATEMENT OF THE CASE THE WAYSIDE 425 • 425 426 426 426 Joaquin Miller COLUMBUS 426 MEDUSA AT THE GRAVE OF WALKER 427 A SONG FOR LEXINGTON WESTWARD HO ! 427 • MAN AND NATURE . CROSSING . THE PLAINS . 428 VAQUERO . 428 BY ...
Pagina 4
... WILD HONEYSUCKLE FAIR flower , that dost so comely grow , Hid in this silent , dull retreat , Untouched thy honied blossoms blow , Unseen thy little branches greet : No roving foot shall crush thee here , No busy hand provoke a tear ...
... WILD HONEYSUCKLE FAIR flower , that dost so comely grow , Hid in this silent , dull retreat , Untouched thy honied blossoms blow , Unseen thy little branches greet : No roving foot shall crush thee here , No busy hand provoke a tear ...
Pagina 39
... WILD Rose of Alloway ! my thanks ; Thou ' mindst me of that autumn noon When first we met upon " the banks And braes of bonny Doon . " Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief ; We've crossed the ...
... WILD Rose of Alloway ! my thanks ; Thou ' mindst me of that autumn noon When first we met upon " the banks And braes of bonny Doon . " Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief ; We've crossed the ...
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... wild witch - hazel tree . Hail the wanderer again , With dance and song , and lute and lyre . Pure his wing and strong his chain , And doubly bright his fairy fire . Twine ye in an airy round , Brush the dew and print the lea ; Skip and ...
... wild witch - hazel tree . Hail the wanderer again , With dance and song , and lute and lyre . Pure his wing and strong his chain , And doubly bright his fairy fire . Twine ye in an airy round , Brush the dew and print the lea ; Skip and ...
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Pagina 141 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Pagina 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Pagina 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Pagina 51 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Pagina 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Pagina 91 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Pagina 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Pagina 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Pagina 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...