Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices. In Three Volumes, Band 3S.G. Goodrich and Company, 1829 |
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... Bright - crested waves , how proudly on ye ride ! She's sleeping in her silent cave , Nor hears the stern , loud roar above , Or strife of man on land or wave . Young thing ! thy home of love Thou soon hast reach'd ! -Fair , unpolluted ...
... Bright - crested waves , how proudly on ye ride ! She's sleeping in her silent cave , Nor hears the stern , loud roar above , Or strife of man on land or wave . Young thing ! thy home of love Thou soon hast reach'd ! -Fair , unpolluted ...
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... bright no more . How still it is ! No sound is heard At sea , or all along the shore , But cry of passing bird . Thou living thing , -and dar'st thou come so near These wild and ghastly shapes of death and fear ? Now long that thick ...
... bright no more . How still it is ! No sound is heard At sea , or all along the shore , But cry of passing bird . Thou living thing , -and dar'st thou come so near These wild and ghastly shapes of death and fear ? Now long that thick ...
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... Bright looks of fondness on her . He was weak , Too weak to utter all his heart . His eye Was now his only language , and it spake How much he felt her kindness , and the love That sat , when all had fled , beside him . Night Was far ...
... Bright looks of fondness on her . He was weak , Too weak to utter all his heart . His eye Was now his only language , and it spake How much he felt her kindness , and the love That sat , when all had fled , beside him . Night Was far ...
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... bright and changeful beauty shine , Far down in the green and glassy brine . The floor is of sand , like the mountain drift , And the pearl shells spangle the flinty snow ; From coral rocks the sea plants lift Their boughs , where the ...
... bright and changeful beauty shine , Far down in the green and glassy brine . The floor is of sand , like the mountain drift , And the pearl shells spangle the flinty snow ; From coral rocks the sea plants lift Their boughs , where the ...
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... bright reflects the polar star . The waves along thy pebbly shore , As blows the north wind , heave their foam , And curl around the dashing oar , As late the boatman hies him home . How sweet , at set of sun , to view Thy golden mirror ...
... bright reflects the polar star . The waves along thy pebbly shore , As blows the north wind , heave their foam , And curl around the dashing oar , As late the boatman hies him home . How sweet , at set of sun , to view Thy golden mirror ...
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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 CARLOS WILCOX cheek clouds cold Connecticut dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fear feeling flame float flowers gaze gentle glorious glory glow grave Greece green hath heart heaven hill hour Joel Barlow land life's light lips lone look look'd lyre Meina morning mountain neath night numbers o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Phi Beta Kappa Philadelphia poem poetry prayer proud rest rills rose round Samuel Webber seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent 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 wood Yale College York young youth Zophiel
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Seite 143 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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 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 40 - There with its waving blade of green. The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter: There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral Sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms.
Seite 153 - And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast...
Seite 172 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by...
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 142 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace...
Seite 371 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
Seite 175 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Seite 237 - Take thy banner ! But when night Closes round the ghastly fight, If the vanquished warrior bow, Spare him ! By our holy vow, By our prayers and many tears, By the mercy that endears, Spare him ! he our love hath shared ! Spare him ! as thou wouldst be spared ! "Take thy banner ! and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee.