Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876G. Bell, 1878 - 387 oldal |
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... dreams I see him now ; And on his angel brow , I see it written- " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! FATHER ! Thy chastening rod help us , thine afflicted ones , to bear , That , in the spirit land , Meeting at Thy ...
... dreams I see him now ; And on his angel brow , I see it written- " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! FATHER ! Thy chastening rod help us , thine afflicted ones , to bear , That , in the spirit land , Meeting at Thy ...
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... dreams of greatness in thine eye ! Goest thou to build an early name , Or early in the task to die ? Keen son of trade , with eager brow ! Who is now fluttering in thy snare ? Thy golden fortunes , tower they now , Ör melt the ...
... dreams of greatness in thine eye ! Goest thou to build an early name , Or early in the task to die ? Keen son of trade , with eager brow ! Who is now fluttering in thy snare ? Thy golden fortunes , tower they now , Ör melt the ...
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... dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble at his power . In dreams , through ... dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke ...
... dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble at his power . In dreams , through ... dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke ...
38. oldal
... dream , or fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task ...
... dream , or fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task ...
66. oldal
... dreams , kind charities and love , Soothing the spirit's pride , Bidding the heart confide , Lifting the hope until its eye grew fix'd above ! Once , once again , the song That stay'd the arm of wrong , - Once more the sacred strain ...
... dreams , kind charities and love , Soothing the spirit's pride , Bidding the heart confide , Lifting the hope until its eye grew fix'd above ! Once , once again , the song That stay'd the arm of wrong , - Once more the sacred strain ...
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56. oldal - 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. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
123. oldal - 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...
124. oldal - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells' How it swells How it dwells On the Future; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
125. oldal - In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
24. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
122. oldal - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
114. oldal - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
73. oldal - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
71. oldal - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
97. oldal - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.