Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264 oldal |
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57. oldal
... seem'd to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " Oh , how bright were the wheels that told Of the lapse of time as they moved round slow , And the hands as they swept o'er the dial of gold , Seem'd to point to the girl below . 58 ...
... seem'd to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " Oh , how bright were the wheels that told Of the lapse of time as they moved round slow , And the hands as they swept o'er the dial of gold , Seem'd to point to the girl below . 58 ...
58. oldal
... seem'd , in the same silver tone to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " While yet I look'd , what a change there came ! Her eye was quench'd , and her cheek was wan ; Stooping and staff'd was her wither'd frame , Yet just as busily ...
... seem'd , in the same silver tone to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " While yet I look'd , what a change there came ! Her eye was quench'd , and her cheek was wan ; Stooping and staff'd was her wither'd frame , Yet just as busily ...
70. oldal
... and sooth'd him ; the rude conquerors Seated the captive with their chiefs ; he chose A bride among their maidens , and at length Seem'd to forget - yet ne'er forgot - the wife THE PRAIRIES . Of his first love , and her.
... and sooth'd him ; the rude conquerors Seated the captive with their chiefs ; he chose A bride among their maidens , and at length Seem'd to forget - yet ne'er forgot - the wife THE PRAIRIES . Of his first love , and her.
75. oldal
... seem'd , with stings ; And now ' twas swept with lightning flight Above the loftiest hemlock's height , Like drifting smoke , and now It hid the air with shooting clouds , And robed the trees with circling shrouds , Then dash'd in heaps ...
... seem'd , with stings ; And now ' twas swept with lightning flight Above the loftiest hemlock's height , Like drifting smoke , and now It hid the air with shooting clouds , And robed the trees with circling shrouds , Then dash'd in heaps ...
77. oldal
... seem'd , like other mounds , where trunk And rock amid the wreaths were sunk , But , O ! the dead was there . Spring came with wakening breezes bland , Soft suns and melting rains , And , touch'd by her Ithuriel wand , Earth bursts its ...
... seem'd , like other mounds , where trunk And rock amid the wreaths were sunk , But , O ! the dead was there . Spring came with wakening breezes bland , Soft suns and melting rains , And , touch'd by her Ithuriel wand , Earth bursts its ...
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ALNWICK CASTLE amid art Napoleon beauty beneath bird blue breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek cloud dark dead death deep dost dream earth Excelsior fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow GRAY FOREST-EAGLE green groves hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light living lone look look'd mighty morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean pale pass pass'd pinions prayer R. H. DANA rest rock round seem'd SENECA LAKE shade shore silent sleep slumbers smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thought tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM D winds wing wither'd woods youth
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160. oldal - Ay, tear her tatter'd ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle-shout, And burst the cannon's roar; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more I Her
150. oldal - by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior! There, in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star! Excelsior! ■ THE
160. oldal - O, better that her shatter'd hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms,— The lightning and the gale!
16. oldal - Rock-ribb'd, and ancient as the sun,—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round a! Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
91. oldal - night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
70. oldal - When the hours of Day are number'd, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul that slumber'd, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed
250. oldal - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips; Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though fill'd with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
17. oldal - babe, and the gray-headed man,— Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, By those who, in their turn, shall follow them. So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that 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
17. oldal - to join The innumerable caravan, that 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
114. 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, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! THE