The Chief American PoetsHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 713 Seiten |
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... SILENT MELODY THE IRON GATE AUF WIEDERSEHEN 461 396 PALINODE . 462 396 THE WIND - HARP 462 397 AFTER THE BURIAL 463 THE SHADOWS . 398 L'ENVOI TO THE MUSE 463 AT THE SATURDAY CLUB 399 MASACCIO 465 THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP 402 THE ORIGIN ...
... SILENT MELODY THE IRON GATE AUF WIEDERSEHEN 461 396 PALINODE . 462 396 THE WIND - HARP 462 397 AFTER THE BURIAL 463 THE SHADOWS . 398 L'ENVOI TO THE MUSE 463 AT THE SATURDAY CLUB 399 MASACCIO 465 THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP 402 THE ORIGIN ...
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... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , 1817.1 THE YELLOW VIOLET WHEN beechen buds begin to swell , And woods the blue - bird's warble know , The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's ...
... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , 1817.1 THE YELLOW VIOLET WHEN beechen buds begin to swell , And woods the blue - bird's warble know , The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's ...
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... silent dream , For in thy lonely and lovely stream An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . 1819 . A WINTER PIECE 60 1820 . THE time has been that these wild soli- tudes , Yet beautiful as wild , were ...
... silent dream , For in thy lonely and lovely stream An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . 1819 . A WINTER PIECE 60 1820 . THE time has been that these wild soli- tudes , Yet beautiful as wild , were ...
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... silent lessons , taught Thy hand to practise best the lenient art To which thou gavest thy laborious days , And , last , thy life . And , therefore , when the earth 1 The poem was at first left unfinished , at this point . Its ...
... silent lessons , taught Thy hand to practise best the lenient art To which thou gavest thy laborious days , And , last , thy life . And , therefore , when the earth 1 The poem was at first left unfinished , at this point . Its ...
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... silent waters heaven is seen ; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook . The forest depths , by foot unpressed , Are not more sinless than thy breast ; The holy peace , that fills the air Of those calm ...
... silent waters heaven is seen ; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook . The forest depths , by foot unpressed , Are not more sinless than thy breast ; The holy peace , that fills the air Of those calm ...
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Seite 155 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Seite 1 - The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe, are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. 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...
Seite 108 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 238 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Seite 63 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Seite 115 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 1 - Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Seite 313 - Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Seite 461 - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need: Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and Me.
Seite 238 - It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.