The Poets of America, Band 1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 - 284 Seiten |
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... Spring STREET 270 Edge of the Swamp SIMMS 274 Song of the Stromkerl A Sketch BENJAMIN 276 GILMAN 278 The Dead Mariner PRENTICE 280 • To the Evening Wind BRYANT 282 THE CULPRIT FAY . BY J. RODMAN DRAKE . My 16 CONTENTS .
... Spring STREET 270 Edge of the Swamp SIMMS 274 Song of the Stromkerl A Sketch BENJAMIN 276 GILMAN 278 The Dead Mariner PRENTICE 280 • To the Evening Wind BRYANT 282 THE CULPRIT FAY . BY J. RODMAN DRAKE . My 16 CONTENTS .
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... dead ; They crouched them close in the darksome shade , They quaked all o'er with awe and fear , For they had felt the blue - bent blade , And writhed at the prick of the elfin spear ; Many a time on a summer's night , When the sky was ...
... dead ; They crouched them close in the darksome shade , They quaked all o'er with awe and fear , For they had felt the blue - bent blade , And writhed at the prick of the elfin spear ; Many a time on a summer's night , When the sky was ...
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... dead . Yet holier is thy peaceful close , For vows love left recorded there ; - This is the noiseless hour we chose To consecrate to mutual prayer . ' Twas when misfortune's fearful cloud Was gathering o'er the brow of heaven , Ere yet ...
... dead . Yet holier is thy peaceful close , For vows love left recorded there ; - This is the noiseless hour we chose To consecrate to mutual prayer . ' Twas when misfortune's fearful cloud Was gathering o'er the brow of heaven , Ere yet ...
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... dead . O ! there is a sweetness in beauty's close , Like the perfume scenting the withered rose ; For a nameless charm around her plays , And her eyes are kindled with hallowed rays , And a veil of spotless purity Has mantled her cheek ...
... dead . O ! there is a sweetness in beauty's close , Like the perfume scenting the withered rose ; For a nameless charm around her plays , And her eyes are kindled with hallowed rays , And a veil of spotless purity Has mantled her cheek ...
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... dead , Her eye still beams unwonted fires With a woman's love and a saint's desires , And her last fond , lingering look is given To the love she leaves , and then to heaven , As if she would bear that love away To a purer world and a ...
... dead , Her eye still beams unwonted fires With a woman's love and a saint's desires , And her last fond , lingering look is given To the love she leaves , and then to heaven , As if she would bear that love away To a purer world and a ...
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Alaric ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek cloud courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dark death deep dream earth elfin fading fair fairy float flowers forest gale gaze gems gentle glance gleam glorious glory glow golden Greece green grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour JAMESTOWN land leap light lips lonely lyre morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple quivering rest rock rose round scene shade shine shore sigh silent moon silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring sprite stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear tempests thee thine thou art thoughts throne tide tone tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering water-sprites waters wave ween wild winds wing witch-hazel woods young
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Seite 78 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, 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.
Seite 101 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Seite 179 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Seite 48 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Seite 90 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away!
Seite 49 - Flag of the free 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.
Seite 110 - 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, Where the myriad voices of Ocean roar ; When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore ; Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through...
Seite 36 - He put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down : The corslet plate that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest ; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen, Studs of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.
Seite 49 - Flag of the seas! on ocean 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...
Seite 58 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
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