American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 Seiten |
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... beauty , lift the spirit and increase the sum of human enjoyment . " Lit- erature is the record of the best thoughts , " says Emerson ; and the best thoughts of the best Americans are most assuredly worthy of careful study . The notes ...
... beauty , lift the spirit and increase the sum of human enjoyment . " Lit- erature is the record of the best thoughts , " says Emerson ; and the best thoughts of the best Americans are most assuredly worthy of careful study . The notes ...
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... beauty . Not even his most enthusiastic admirers would maintain that these lyrics are to be placed by the side of the greatest literary masterpieces , but they do have qualities that will long keep the name of Freneau alive . That this ...
... beauty . Not even his most enthusiastic admirers would maintain that these lyrics are to be placed by the side of the greatest literary masterpieces , but they do have qualities that will long keep the name of Freneau alive . That this ...
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... beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's woe , The flaming town , the wasted field ; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear - - but left the shield . 5 IO 15 20 25 ...
... beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's woe , The flaming town , the wasted field ; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear - - but left the shield . 5 IO 15 20 25 ...
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... beauty or revelry sips . And now , far removed from the loved habitation , The tear of regret will intrusively swell , As fancy reverts to my father's plantation , And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well— The old oaken bucket ...
... beauty or revelry sips . And now , far removed from the loved habitation , The tear of regret will intrusively swell , As fancy reverts to my father's plantation , And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well— The old oaken bucket ...
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... beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light ; Then , lady , up , look out , and be - - A sister to the night ! ང 10 15 20 Sleep not ! thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast : Sleep not ! from her soft sleep should ...
... beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light ; Then , lady , up , look out , and be - - A sister to the night ! ང 10 15 20 Sleep not ! thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast : Sleep not ! from her soft sleep should ...
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Annabel Lee Arcady Auf wiedersehen battle beauty bells Ben Bolt bird bloom blue Blynken born Boston brave breast breath bright brow bugles Burns dark dead dear death died door dream eyes fame father flowers Furl gleaming glory grave gray green Habersham hand hath hear heart heaven hills of Habersham honor John Burns Joseph Rodman Drake land laugh Lay him low light lips literary live LONG'S Lowell Maryland N. P. Willis never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home Philip Freneau pine poet Ramoth rice swamp dank sail ship shore silence sing smile snow song soul spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thet thine thou thought tree Twas valleys of Hall Virginia voice volume of poems volumes of verse wait wave wild WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE 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 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 30 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
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 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 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...
Seite 58 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever 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 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 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, 10 Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, —...