Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876G. Bell, 1878 - 387 oldal |
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... strong and revered ; With transport they cried , " Now our wishes we gain , For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain . " In freedom , etc. How sweet are the labours that freemen endure , Of which they enjoy all the profits ...
... strong and revered ; With transport they cried , " Now our wishes we gain , For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain . " In freedom , etc. How sweet are the labours that freemen endure , Of which they enjoy all the profits ...
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... strong Niagara's thunders wake The echo of the world , Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tribute from the West , And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps On green Virginia's breast . Ye say their cone - like cabins , That cluster'd o'er the vale ...
... strong Niagara's thunders wake The echo of the world , Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tribute from the West , And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps On green Virginia's breast . Ye say their cone - like cabins , That cluster'd o'er the vale ...
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... strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud . On thine unaltering blaze , The half - wreck'd mariner , his compass lost , Fixes his steady gaze , And steers , undoubting , to the friendly coast ; And they who stray in perilous wastes ...
... strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud . On thine unaltering blaze , The half - wreck'd mariner , his compass lost , Fixes his steady gaze , And steers , undoubting , to the friendly coast ; And they who stray in perilous wastes ...
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... strong and faint of spirit , the meek and men of pride . Steps of earth's great and mighty , between those pillars gray , And prints of little feet , mark the dust along the way . And some approach the threshold whose looks are blank ...
... strong and faint of spirit , the meek and men of pride . Steps of earth's great and mighty , between those pillars gray , And prints of little feet , mark the dust along the way . And some approach the threshold whose looks are blank ...
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... strong . Come , East and West and North , By races , as snow - flakes , And carry my purpose forth , Which neither halts nor shakes ! My will fulfill'd shall be , For , in daylight or in dark , My thunderbolt has eyes to see His way ...
... strong . Come , East and West and North , By races , as snow - flakes , And carry my purpose forth , Which neither halts nor shakes ! My will fulfill'd shall be , For , in daylight or in dark , My thunderbolt has eyes to see His way ...
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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,