Representative American PoetryEdwin Bradley Richards Charles E. Merrill Company, 1919 - 158 pagini |
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Pagina 120
... wrong , — A name that rings like a battle - song . I give you France ! Give us a name to move the heart With the strength that noble griefs impart , A name that speaks of the blood outpoured To save mankind from the sway of the sword ...
... wrong , — A name that rings like a battle - song . I give you France ! Give us a name to move the heart With the strength that noble griefs impart , A name that speaks of the blood outpoured To save mankind from the sway of the sword ...
Pagina 126
... wrong Hammer on , -How long ? ... How long ? -How long ? Search for him ; Search for him ; Where the crazy atoms swim Up the fiery furnace - blast . You shall find him , at the last , - He whose forehead braved the sun , - Wreckt and ...
... wrong Hammer on , -How long ? ... How long ? -How long ? Search for him ; Search for him ; Where the crazy atoms swim Up the fiery furnace - blast . You shall find him , at the last , - He whose forehead braved the sun , - Wreckt and ...
Pagina 128
... wrong , Cry unto some ghost of God How long ? . . . How long ? How long ? III Seek him yet . Search for him ! You shall find him , spent and grim ; In the prisons , where we pen These unsightly shards of men . Sheltered fast ; Housed at ...
... wrong , Cry unto some ghost of God How long ? . . . How long ? How long ? III Seek him yet . Search for him ! You shall find him , spent and grim ; In the prisons , where we pen These unsightly shards of men . Sheltered fast ; Housed at ...
Pagina 129
... wrong , Ask not even a ghost of God How long ? When the Sea gives up its dead , Prison caverns , yield instead This , rejected and despised ; This , the Soiled and Sacrificed ! Without form or comeliness ; Shamed for us that did ...
... wrong , Ask not even a ghost of God How long ? When the Sea gives up its dead , Prison caverns , yield instead This , rejected and despised ; This , the Soiled and Sacrificed ! Without form or comeliness ; Shamed for us that did ...
Pagina 134
... sailor's song Are all of those who meet their foes as right should meet with wrong , Who fight their guns till the foeman runs , and then , on the decks they trod , Brave faces raise , and give the praise to the 134 AMERICAN POETRY.
... sailor's song Are all of those who meet their foes as right should meet with wrong , Who fight their guns till the foeman runs , and then , on the decks they trod , Brave faces raise , and give the praise to the 134 AMERICAN POETRY.
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
American battle Battle of Liège beautiful beneath birds blood born boy's brave breath Darius dark dead death dreams earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN EDWARD ROWLAND SILL EDWIN MARKHAM eyes feet flag flame gleam glory grave hand head hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE hill hour JOHN JOHN JAMES INGALLS JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY JOYCE KILMER King land light lips living long thoughts LONGFELLOW look Lord Lowell mighty never night o'er once peace poem poet poetry Prairie Belle roar round sail sang shining ship shore silent singing smile smoke song soul Star-Spangled Banner stars stood storm stream streets strong sweet sword thee THEODORE O'HARA thet thing thou thoughts of youth thunder VACHEL LINDSAY verse vigil voice wave Whitman WHITTIER wild wind wind's wings Ximena York youth are long
Pasaje populare
Pagina 18 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land!
Pagina 117 - BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Pagina 60 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Pagina 12 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Pagina 37 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 12 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Pagina 77 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Pagina 116 - The tolerance and equity of light That gives as freely to the shrinking flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind — To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky.
Pagina 38 - Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 18 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.