American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 Seiten |
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... Wave . PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE Florence Vane THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH Ben Bolt PAGE · 39 . · 40 41 42 45 46 115 47 49 50 51 52 N. 54 MIDDLE PERIOD HOLMES , AND LOWELL I. BRYANT , EMERSON , LONGFELLOW , WHITTIER , POE , WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ...
... Wave . PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE Florence Vane THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH Ben Bolt PAGE · 39 . · 40 41 42 45 46 115 47 49 50 51 52 N. 54 MIDDLE PERIOD HOLMES , AND LOWELL I. BRYANT , EMERSON , LONGFELLOW , WHITTIER , POE , WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ...
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... wave O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave ? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep , Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes , What is that which the breeze , o'er the towering steep , As ...
... wave O'er the land of the free , and the home of the brave ? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep , Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes , What is that which the breeze , o'er the towering steep , As ...
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... wave its plume Like torn branch from death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry , The heartless luxury of the tomb ; But she remembers thee as one Long loved and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed , 5 10 ...
... wave its plume Like torn branch from death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry , The heartless luxury of the tomb ; But she remembers thee as one Long loved and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed , 5 10 ...
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... wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave ; When death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall ...
... wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave ; When death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall ...
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... wave , And there our evening bugles play ; Where orange boughs above their grave Keep green the memory of the brave Who fought and fell at Monterey . We are not many- we who pressed Beside the brave who fell that day ; But who of us has ...
... wave , And there our evening bugles play ; Where orange boughs above their grave Keep green the memory of the brave Who fought and fell at Monterey . We are not many- we who pressed Beside the brave who fell that day ; But who of us has ...
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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, —...