A Treasury of American VerseWalter Learned F.A. Stokes Company, 1897 - 307 Seiten |
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... earth , I knew not where : For so swiftly it flew , the sight , Could not follow it in its flight . I breathed a song into the air , It fell to earth , I knew not where ; For who has sight , so keen and strong , That it can follow the ...
... earth , I knew not where : For so swiftly it flew , the sight , Could not follow it in its flight . I breathed a song into the air , It fell to earth , I knew not where ; For who has sight , so keen and strong , That it can follow the ...
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Walter Learned. Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth . Within the hearts of all men lie These promises of wider bliss , Which blossom into hopes that cannot die , In sunny hours like this . All ...
Walter Learned. Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth . Within the hearts of all men lie These promises of wider bliss , Which blossom into hopes that cannot die , In sunny hours like this . All ...
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... earth ; We , like parted drops of rain , Swelling till they meet and run , Shall be all absorb'd again , Melting , flowing into one . CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH . A DEAD FRIEND . THIS dead man , soon to seek oblivious earth , Was loyally my ...
... earth ; We , like parted drops of rain , Swelling till they meet and run , Shall be all absorb'd again , Melting , flowing into one . CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH . A DEAD FRIEND . THIS dead man , soon to seek oblivious earth , Was loyally my ...
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... Earth and Ocean reconciled ; The airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel . Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail , A joy intense , The cooling sense , Glides down my drowsy indolence . With ...
... Earth and Ocean reconciled ; The airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel . Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail , A joy intense , The cooling sense , Glides down my drowsy indolence . With ...
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... earth in the Patriarch's dream , Was a ladder of song in that wilderness rest From the pillow of stone to the Blue of the Blest , And the angels descending to dwell with us here , " Old Hundred " and " Corinth , " and " China " and ...
... earth in the Patriarch's dream , Was a ladder of song in that wilderness rest From the pillow of stone to the Blue of the Blest , And the angels descending to dwell with us here , " Old Hundred " and " Corinth , " and " China " and ...
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angels Annabel Lee beautiful Ben Bolt bloom blue breast breath bright brow child CLINTON SCOLLARD cold dark days gone dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair Farewell feet fell flowers Forever-never gate GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP gleaming gray grew hair hand hath hear heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL kiss land laugh life's light lips little boy live LONGFELLOW maiden meadows mother never Never-forever night o'er poems rain rest RICHARD HENRY STODDARD rose round sail shadows sheepfol shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul Speak gently stars stood sweet Symphorien T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou thought tree Twas voice WALTER LEARNED watch waves weary wind woods youth
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Seite 274 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Seite 150 - 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 197 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on.
Seite 154 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 126 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Seite 14 - 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.
Seite 220 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Seite 80 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Seite 131 - Till the sun groivs cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Seite 174 - 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. Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!