Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876G. Bell, 1878 - 387 oldal |
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xix. oldal
... Rose ... ... ... ELIZABETH DREW BARSTOW STODDARD . A Summer Night Mercedes On the Campagna BAYARD TAYLOR . The Birth of the Prophet The Wisdom of Ali The Arab to the Palm Bedouin Song Wind and Sea ... ... ... ... PAGE 265 ... 266 268 ...
... Rose ... ... ... ELIZABETH DREW BARSTOW STODDARD . A Summer Night Mercedes On the Campagna BAYARD TAYLOR . The Birth of the Prophet The Wisdom of Ali The Arab to the Palm Bedouin Song Wind and Sea ... ... ... ... PAGE 265 ... 266 268 ...
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... ROSE TERRY COOKE . Semele " Che sara sara After the Comanchés NORA PERRY . In June Out of the Window ROBERT KELLY WEEKS . Ad Finem A Pause WILL CARLETON . ... Betsy and I are out How Betsy and I made up F. F. VICTOR . Nevada EDWARD ...
... ROSE TERRY COOKE . Semele " Che sara sara After the Comanchés NORA PERRY . In June Out of the Window ROBERT KELLY WEEKS . Ad Finem A Pause WILL CARLETON . ... Betsy and I are out How Betsy and I made up F. F. VICTOR . Nevada EDWARD ...
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... rose from the well ; The old oaken bucket , the iron - bound bucket , The moss - cover'd bucket arose from the well . How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it , As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full ...
... rose from the well ; The old oaken bucket , the iron - bound bucket , The moss - cover'd bucket arose from the well . How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it , As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full ...
27. oldal
... . The wind - flower and the violet , they perish'd long ago ; And the brier - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . 27 The Death of the Flowers.
... . The wind - flower and the violet , they perish'd long ago ; And the brier - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . 27 The Death of the Flowers.
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... rose and the garden's group of pansies , Late - blown dandelions and periwinkles blue . On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungather'd ; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee , Gathering tawny chestnuts , and ...
... rose and the garden's group of pansies , Late - blown dandelions and periwinkles blue . On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungather'd ; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee , Gathering tawny chestnuts , and ...
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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,