The Poets of America, Band 1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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... Forest in Spring . Edge of the Swamp Song of the Stromkerl A Sketch The Dead Mariner To the Evening Wind • SIMMS 260 PAULDING 262 DAPONTE 268 DAWES 269 • STREET 270 SIMMS 274 BENJAMIN 276 GILMAN 278 PRENTICE 280 BRYANT 282 THE CULPRIT ...
... Forest in Spring . Edge of the Swamp Song of the Stromkerl A Sketch The Dead Mariner To the Evening Wind • SIMMS 260 PAULDING 262 DAPONTE 268 DAWES 269 • STREET 270 SIMMS 274 BENJAMIN 276 GILMAN 278 PRENTICE 280 BRYANT 282 THE CULPRIT ...
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... forest leaves , When summer winds are there , And in the laugh of forest girls , That braid their sunny hair . The first wild bird that drinks the dew , From violets of the spring , Has music in his song , and in The fluttering of his ...
... forest leaves , When summer winds are there , And in the laugh of forest girls , That braid their sunny hair . The first wild bird that drinks the dew , From violets of the spring , Has music in his song , and in The fluttering of his ...
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... forest leaves are green ; They'll wither on the morrow , And the maiden's laugh be changed , ere long , To the widow's wail of sorrow . Come with the winter snows , and ask Where are the forest - birds ; The answer is a silent one ...
... forest leaves are green ; They'll wither on the morrow , And the maiden's laugh be changed , ere long , To the widow's wail of sorrow . Come with the winter snows , and ask Where are the forest - birds ; The answer is a silent one ...
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... forest's shade , Or glistened in the white cascade , Where upward in the mellow blush of day The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way . SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . I heard the distant waters Sunrise on the Hills LONGFELLOW.
... forest's shade , Or glistened in the white cascade , Where upward in the mellow blush of day The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way . SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . I heard the distant waters Sunrise on the Hills LONGFELLOW.
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... and wondering said : " A modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in its simple shell ; That the pride of the forest was folded up In the narrow space of its little cup ! 69 70 THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN . And meekly to.
... and wondering said : " A modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in its simple shell ; That the pride of the forest was folded up In the narrow space of its little cup ! 69 70 THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN . And meekly to.
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ALARIC ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers BOZZARIS 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 GREEN RIVER grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour land leap light lonely lyre moonlight morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple rock rose round scene shade SHAKSPEARE ODE shine shore sigh silent moon silver sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thoughts throne 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 57 - 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_; THE BUCKET.
Seite 136 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Seite 141 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 59 - 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 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 213 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Seite 103 - 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 104 - As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Seite 112 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter ; There with a light and easy motion, 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...
Seite 48 - To hear the tempest trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers...