American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 Seiten |
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... dreaming of the hour 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 ...
... dreaming of the hour 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 ...
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... dream was his last ; 5 1 10 He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " 15 He woke - to die midst flame , and smoke , - And shout , and groan , and saber stroke , And death shots falling thick ...
... dream was his last ; 5 1 10 He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " 15 He woke - to die midst flame , and smoke , - And shout , and groan , and saber stroke , And death shots falling thick ...
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... dream , or fear 5 10 15 Of agony , are thine . · But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come ...
... dream , or fear 5 10 15 Of agony , are thine . · But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come ...
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... dream ; We may not gaze upon the stars of bliss , That through the cloud rifts radiantly stream ; Birdlike , the prison'd soul will lift its eye And pine till it is hooded from the sky . CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN 1806-1884 5 HOFFMAN was ...
... dream ; We may not gaze upon the stars of bliss , That through the cloud rifts radiantly stream ; Birdlike , the prison'd soul will lift its eye And pine till it is hooded from the sky . CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN 1806-1884 5 HOFFMAN was ...
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... was his younger brother . FLORENCE VANE I LOVED thee long and dearly , Florence Vane ; My life's bright dream and early Hath come again ; 20 I renew in my fond vision My heart's dear pain 52 EARLY PERIOD PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE Florence ...
... was his younger brother . FLORENCE VANE I LOVED thee long and dearly , Florence Vane ; My life's bright dream and early Hath come again ; 20 I renew in my fond vision My heart's dear pain 52 EARLY PERIOD PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE Florence ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
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, —...