American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 Seiten |
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... heart are the scenes of my childhood , When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard , the meadow , the deep - tangled wild wood , And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! The wide - spreading pond , and the mill that ...
... heart are the scenes of my childhood , When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard , the meadow , the deep - tangled wild wood , And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! The wide - spreading pond , and the mill that ...
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... heart's dearest solace will smile on me there ; No more from that cottage again will I roam ; Be it ever so humble , there's no place like home . Home ! Home ! sweet , sweet Home ! There's no place like Home ! there's no place like Home ...
... heart's dearest solace will smile on me there ; No more from that cottage again will I roam ; Be it ever so humble , there's no place like home . Home ! Home ! sweet , sweet Home ! There's no place like Home ! there's no place like Home ...
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... heart and hand . There had the Persian's thousands stood , There had the glad earth drunk their blood On old Platæa's day ; And now there breathed that haunted air The sons of sires who conquered there , With arm to strike and soul to ...
... heart and hand . There had the Persian's thousands stood , There had the glad earth drunk their blood On old Platæa's day ; And now there breathed that haunted air The sons of sires who conquered there , With arm to strike and soul to ...
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... heart beats high and warm With banquet song , and dance , and wine ; And thou art terrible the tear , The groan , the knell , the pall , the bier , And all we know , or dream , or fear 5 10 15 Of agony , are thine . · But to the hero ...
... heart beats high and warm With banquet song , and dance , and wine ; And thou art terrible the tear , The groan , the knell , the pall , the bier , And all we know , or dream , or fear 5 10 15 Of agony , are thine . · But to the hero ...
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... heart's hope and home ! By angel hands to valor given ; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome , And all thy hues were born in heaven . Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us , With Freedom's soil ...
... heart's hope and home ! By angel hands to valor given ; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome , And all thy hues were born in heaven . Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us , With Freedom's soil ...
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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, —...