Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 Seiten |
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... heard About the flowers ; the cheerful rivulet sung And gossiped , as he hastened ocean - ward ; To the gray oak , the squirrel , chiding , clung , And , chirping , from the ground the grasshopper upsprung . And from beneath the leaves ...
... heard About the flowers ; the cheerful rivulet sung And gossiped , as he hastened ocean - ward ; To the gray oak , the squirrel , chiding , clung , And , chirping , from the ground the grasshopper upsprung . And from beneath the leaves ...
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... arm , and of her glossy hair ; And sweetly rang her silver voice amid that shady nook , As from the shrubby glen is heard the sound of hidden brook . ' Tis a song of love and valor , in 12 BRYANT . The Damsel of Peru.
... arm , and of her glossy hair ; And sweetly rang her silver voice amid that shady nook , As from the shrubby glen is heard the sound of hidden brook . ' Tis a song of love and valor , in 12 BRYANT . The Damsel of Peru.
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... heard Where the hazels trickle with dew . And Maquon has promised his dark - haired maid , Ere eve shall redden the sky , A good red deer from the forest shade , That bounds with the herd through grove and glade , At her cabin door ...
... heard Where the hazels trickle with dew . And Maquon has promised his dark - haired maid , Ere eve shall redden the sky , A good red deer from the forest shade , That bounds with the herd through grove and glade , At her cabin door ...
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... heard no more : The springs are silent in the sun , The rivers , by the blackened shore , With lessening current run ; The realm our tribes are crushed to get May be a barren desert yet . GREEN RIVER . WHEN breezes are soft and skies ...
... heard no more : The springs are silent in the sun , The rivers , by the blackened shore , With lessening current run ; The realm our tribes are crushed to get May be a barren desert yet . GREEN RIVER . WHEN breezes are soft and skies ...
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... heard , Where speaks God's deep and awful voice . Look on that lonely ocean bird ! Pray ye , when ye rejoice ! " Leave prayers to priests , " cries Lee : " I'm ruler here ! These fellows know full well whom they're to fear ! " The ship ...
... heard , Where speaks God's deep and awful voice . Look on that lonely ocean bird ! Pray ye , when ye rejoice ! " Leave prayers to priests , " cries Lee : " I'm ruler here ! These fellows know full well whom they're to fear ! " The ship ...
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amid April snow Bachelor's Walk beams beauty bend beneath bird bloom blue bosom bounding high bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark dead death deep dream earth fair fear flow flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glory glow golden golden sun grave green Hadad hast hath hear heart heaven hills JAMES K land leaves light lips living lonely look maize Maquon morning mother mountain neath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace rills rock rose round scene seraphs shade shalt shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sunny sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thou art thought throne tide tomb tree Twas twill vale voice wake warrior song waters wave WEEHAWKEN wild wind wing winglets woods
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Seite 8 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 4 - 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 200 - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Seite 275 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Seite 274 - How dear to this 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!
Seite 38 - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
Seite 88 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.
Seite 11 - March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
Seite 153 - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
Seite 7 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.