Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... land ; The peaks shine clear in watchfire lights ; Soon comes the tread of that stout band- Bold Arthur and his knights . Awake ye , Merlin ! Hear the shout from Spain ! The spell is broke ! —Arthur is come again ! -- Too late for thee ...
... land ; The peaks shine clear in watchfire lights ; Soon comes the tread of that stout band- Bold Arthur and his knights . Awake ye , Merlin ! Hear the shout from Spain ! The spell is broke ! —Arthur is come again ! -- Too late for thee ...
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... land or wave . Young thing ! thy home of love Thou soon hast reach'd ! -- Fair , unpolluted thing ! They harm'd thee not ! -Was dying suffering ? O , no ! -To live when joy was dead ; To go with one , lone , pining thought- To mournful ...
... land or wave . Young thing ! thy home of love Thou soon hast reach'd ! -- Fair , unpolluted thing ! They harm'd thee not ! -Was dying suffering ? O , no ! -To live when joy was dead ; To go with one , lone , pining thought- To mournful ...
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... land ; Again Lee strides the spectre - beast ; Again upon the cliff they stand-- This once thou ' lt be released ! — Gone horse and ship ; but Lec's last hope is o'er ; Nor laugh , nor scoff , nor rage , can help him more . His spirit ...
... land ; Again Lee strides the spectre - beast ; Again upon the cliff they stand-- This once thou ' lt be released ! — Gone horse and ship ; but Lec's last hope is o'er ; Nor laugh , nor scoff , nor rage , can help him more . His spirit ...
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... land ; And there's no way that I can find - I've tried All day and night ! " - He look'd towards sea and sigh'd . It brought the tear to many an eye , That , once , his eye had made to quail . " Lee , go with us ; our sloop rides nigh ...
... land ; And there's no way that I can find - I've tried All day and night ! " - He look'd towards sea and sigh'd . It brought the tear to many an eye , That , once , his eye had made to quail . " Lee , go with us ; our sloop rides nigh ...
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... land they rescued , these , though mute , As feeling ever is when deepest , -these Are monuments more lasting , than the fanes Rear'd to the kings and demigods of old . Touch not the ancient elms , that bend their shade Over their lowly ...
... land they rescued , these , though mute , As feeling ever is when deepest , -these Are monuments more lasting , than the fanes Rear'd to the kings and demigods of old . Touch not the ancient elms , that bend their shade Over their lowly ...
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Absalom Alnwick Castle amid banner Battle of Niagara beams beauty beneath bird bloom blue bosom Boston bowers breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds cold Connecticut dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fear feel flame float flowers gaze gentle George Whitefield glorious glory glow grave green hath heart heaven hill hour Isaiah Thomas Joel Barlow land life's light lips lone look lyre Meina morning mountain Nassau Hall neath night numbers o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Phi Beta Kappa Philadelphia Pindaric poem poetry prayer proud rest rills rose round seem'd shade shine shore sigh skies sleep slumbering smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stream summer sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb tree vale voice wake waters wave wild wind wings woods Yale College young youth Zophiel
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Seite 143 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 142 - To 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.
Seite 144 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 82 - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Seite 256 - Alas! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom...
Seite 143 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, 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.
Seite 171 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine; And thou art terrible — the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
Seite 355 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels ; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Seite 377 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
Seite 40 - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow : The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air.