Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876G. Bell, 1878 - 387 oldal |
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xxxvi. oldal
... breath of praise . * * * * * * Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant Polanta call , the French of course Polante- E'en in thy native regions , how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks while men of ...
... breath of praise . * * * * * * Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant Polanta call , the French of course Polante- E'en in thy native regions , how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks while men of ...
13. oldal
... breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy ; Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ! When at the day's calm close , Before we seek repose , I'm with his mother , offering up our prayer ...
... breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy ; Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ! When at the day's calm close , Before we seek repose , I'm with his mother , offering up our prayer ...
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... breath'd upon the fainting earth ! Go , rock the little wood - bird on his nest ; Curl the still waters , bright with stars ; and rouse The wide , old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning , from the innumerable boughs , The strange ...
... breath'd upon the fainting earth ! Go , rock the little wood - bird on his nest ; Curl the still waters , bright with stars ; and rouse The wide , old wood from his majestic rest , Summoning , from the innumerable boughs , The strange ...
36. oldal
... breath of summer blossoms that on the restless air Scatters a moment's sweetness and flies we know not where ! I grieve for life's bright promise , just shown and then withdrawn ; But still the sun shines round me : the evening bird ...
... breath of summer blossoms that on the restless air Scatters a moment's sweetness and flies we know not where ! I grieve for life's bright promise , just shown and then withdrawn ; But still the sun shines round me : the evening bird ...
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... breath'd that haunted air The sons of sires who conquer'd there , With arm to strike , and soul to dare , As quick , as far , as they . An hour pass'd on , -the Turk awoke : That bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries ...
... breath'd that haunted air The sons of sires who conquer'd there , With arm to strike , and soul to dare , As quick , as far , as they . An hour pass'd on , -the Turk awoke : That bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries ...
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23. oldal - gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart: He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must
222. oldal - 1819— BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC* Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed^ the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on. Glory Glory
222. oldal - is marching on. Glory ! glory, hallelujah ? He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat: O, be swift, my soul! to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory ! glory, hallelujah
5. oldal - 0! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ? On that 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, now conceals, now discloses
222. oldal - glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. Glory ! glory, hallelujah
223. oldal - the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free ! While God is marching on. Glory! glory, hallelujah
118. oldal - open'd wide the door : Darkness there, and nothing more ! Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word—" Lenore !
120. oldal - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, But no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now Burn'd into my bosom's core; This, and more, I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining
222. oldal - seat: O, be swift, my soul! to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy,
22. oldal - fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valour given; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,