American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 Seiten |
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... give information . It may be objected by some critics that much is explained that is already obvious ; such criticism , how- ever , is most likely to be made by those who have never taught school . The brief critical comments which have ...
... give information . It may be objected by some critics that much is explained that is already obvious ; such criticism , how- ever , is most likely to be made by those who have never taught school . The brief critical comments which have ...
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... gives evidence that the young nation was developing into national consciousness . The Middle Period includes not only the greater names , Bryant , Emerson , Longfellow , Whittier , Poe , Holmes , and Lowell , — but many lesser names ...
... gives evidence that the young nation was developing into national consciousness . The Middle Period includes not only the greater names , Bryant , Emerson , Longfellow , Whittier , Poe , Holmes , and Lowell , — but many lesser names ...
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... give the dead Points out the soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands ; The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . His imaged birds , and painted bowl ...
... give the dead Points out the soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands ; The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . His imaged birds , and painted bowl ...
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... give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ? Hear it in that battle peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it , ye who will . Fear ye foes who kill for hire ? Will ...
... give it up to slaves ? Will ye look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ? Hear it in that battle peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it , ye who will . Fear ye foes who kill for hire ? Will ...
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... pleasures to roam , But give me , oh , give me , the pleasures of home ! Home Home ! sweet , sweet Home ! There's no place like Home ! there's no place like Home ! 15 To thee I'll return , overburdened with care ; The 30 EARLY PERIOD.
... pleasures to roam , But give me , oh , give me , the pleasures of home ! Home Home ! sweet , sweet Home ! There's no place like Home ! there's no place like Home ! 15 To thee I'll return , overburdened with care ; The 30 EARLY PERIOD.
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Annabel Lee Arcady Auf wiedersehen banners battle beauty bells Ben Bolt bird bloom blue Blynken born Boston brave breast breath brow bugles Burns dark dead death died door dream Emerson England eyes fame father flowers Furl gleaming glory grave gray Habersham hand hath hear heart heaven hills of Habersham Israfel John Burns Joseph Rodman Drake land laugh Lay him low light lips literary lives LONG'S Lowell Maryland Maurice Thompson mother N. P. Willis never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home Philip Freneau pine poet Ramoth rice swamp dank sail shore silence sing sleep smile snow song soul spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine thou thought tree Twas Ulalume valleys of Hall Virginia voice volume of poems volumes of verse wait wave wild wind York York city ΙΟ
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Seite 196 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Seite 58 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Seite 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Seite 58 - 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 58 - 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.
Seite 187 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Seite 158 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Seite 100 - 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. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe...
Seite 164 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Seite 147 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!