Golden Leaves from the American PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1865 - 532 oldal |
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... ............. . The Planting of the Apple - Tree .. EDWARD EVERETT . Alaric the Visigoth .. PAGE 62 63 64 ... 65 67 69 75 77 79 81 82 84 86 90 92 94 95 96 99 FRANCES H. GREEN . The Chickadee's Song .. HENRY R. CONTENTS . ix.
... ............. . The Planting of the Apple - Tree .. EDWARD EVERETT . Alaric the Visigoth .. PAGE 62 63 64 ... 65 67 69 75 77 79 81 82 84 86 90 92 94 95 96 99 FRANCES H. GREEN . The Chickadee's Song .. HENRY R. CONTENTS . ix.
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... Tree . The Whip - poor - will ..... My Mother's Bible ... The West ..... 224 225 227 228 LYDIA JANE PIERSON . The Wild - wood Home ..... ........................ 230 ALBERT G. GREENE . The Baron's Last Banquet . Old Grimes ...... 231 ...
... Tree . The Whip - poor - will ..... My Mother's Bible ... The West ..... 224 225 227 228 LYDIA JANE PIERSON . The Wild - wood Home ..... ........................ 230 ALBERT G. GREENE . The Baron's Last Banquet . Old Grimes ...... 231 ...
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... Dead Mariner FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD . The Cocoa - nut Tree ....... ELIZABETH OAKES - SMITH . The Brook ................................. ................. 257 266 267 268 270 ..................... 272 ANNA CORA MOWATT ( RITCHIE ) . Time ...
... Dead Mariner FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD . The Cocoa - nut Tree ....... ELIZABETH OAKES - SMITH . The Brook ................................. ................. 257 266 267 268 270 ..................... 272 ANNA CORA MOWATT ( RITCHIE ) . Time ...
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... tree chips . * * * * * * * Now while some are going let others be coming , For while liquor's boiling it must have a scumming ; But I will not blame them , for birds of a feather , By seeking their fellows , are flocking together . But ...
... tree chips . * * * * * * * Now while some are going let others be coming , For while liquor's boiling it must have a scumming ; But I will not blame them , for birds of a feather , By seeking their fellows , are flocking together . But ...
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... trees excel , And if the sun would ever shine , there would I dwell . While on the stealing stream I fixed mine eye , Which to the longed - for ocean held its course , I marked nor crooks nor rubs that there did lie , Could hinder aught ...
... trees excel , And if the sun would ever shine , there would I dwell . While on the stealing stream I fixed mine eye , Which to the longed - for ocean held its course , I marked nor crooks nor rubs that there did lie , Could hinder aught ...
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ANNABEL LEE apple-tree BABIE BELL beauty bells bend beneath bird bless blue BLUEBEARD bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cloud cold coursers dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fairy fire floating flowers gaze gleam glory glow golden grave green hand hast hath hear heart heaven HELON hill holy hour JOHN MACBRIDE KATHIE MORRIS land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning never Nevermore night o'er pale passed prayer pride proud Quoth the Raven rapture roll round shade shadows shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream Styx sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands toil tower tread tree Twas twill voice water-sprites wave weary WHIP-POOR-WILL wild wind wings witch-hazel youth
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84. oldal - ANATOPSIS. ^T*O him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
224. oldal - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. •IT7OODMAN, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, , And I'll protect it now.
280. oldal - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
86. oldal - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling .wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
253. 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...
63. oldal - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
94. 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.
86. oldal - Shall one by one be gathered 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 dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
294. oldal - Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon ; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
91. oldal - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.