Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 Seiten |
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... hope that these specimens will not be uninteresting of the poetry of a country , where the elements of visible nature afford altogether a dif- ferent local habitation for the poet's thoughts . The wide prairie with its " wild flock ...
... hope that these specimens will not be uninteresting of the poetry of a country , where the elements of visible nature afford altogether a dif- ferent local habitation for the poet's thoughts . The wide prairie with its " wild flock ...
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... hope that the unprejudiced reader will not be slow to feel and admit , that this work has added to the sterling poetical literature of the English language . If the poet is to be estimated by the indications of an intense communion with ...
... hope that the unprejudiced reader will not be slow to feel and admit , that this work has added to the sterling poetical literature of the English language . If the poet is to be estimated by the indications of an intense communion with ...
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... Truth The Storm . The Blind Girl to her Mother Guardian Angels Philip of Mount Hope • 324- 327 328 330 331 • 333 335 337 342 343 343 344 · 346 347 349 351 • 353 354 855 5 骨 4 1 P SPECIMENS OF THE AMERICAN POETS CONTENTS . xxiii.
... Truth The Storm . The Blind Girl to her Mother Guardian Angels Philip of Mount Hope • 324- 327 328 330 331 • 333 335 337 342 343 343 344 · 346 347 349 351 • 353 354 855 5 骨 4 1 P SPECIMENS OF THE AMERICAN POETS CONTENTS . xxiii.
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... Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . ! TO THE EVENING WIND . SPIRIT that breathest through. BRYANT . 15.
... Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . ! TO THE EVENING WIND . SPIRIT that breathest through. BRYANT . 15.
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... A flower from its cerulean wall . I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to heaven as I depart . AN INDIAN AT THE BURYING - PLACE OF HIS FATHERS 38 BRYANT .
... A flower from its cerulean wall . I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to heaven as I depart . AN INDIAN AT THE BURYING - PLACE OF HIS FATHERS 38 BRYANT .
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Alaric amid April snow beams beauty bend beneath bird bloom blue bosom bounding high bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark dead death deep dread dream earth fair fear flow flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glory glow golden golden sun grave green grer Hadad HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath hear heart heaven hills JAMES G land leaves light lips living lonely look maize Maquon morning mother mountain neath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace rills rock rose round scene shade shalt shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sunny sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thou art thought throne tide tomb tree Twas twill vale voice wake waters wave WEEHAWKEN wild wind wing winglets woods
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Seite xxii - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Seite xxii - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care . Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
Seite xxiii - 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.
Seite 82 - 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, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful Spirit of storms, Has made the top of the waves his own...
Seite xxii - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Seite xx - 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 xxiv - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 146 - THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue...
Seite 192 - When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power: In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Seite 226 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.