Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... tomb ! O ! blow , ye flowers of Spain , above his head.- Ye will not blow o'er me when I am dead . " And now the stars are burning bright ; Yet still she looks towards the shore Beyond the waters black in night . " I ne'er shall see ...
... tomb ! O ! blow , ye flowers of Spain , above his head.- Ye will not blow o'er me when I am dead . " And now the stars are burning bright ; Yet still she looks towards the shore Beyond the waters black in night . " I ne'er shall see ...
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... tomb the ship keeps on ; Nor sound nor stirring now . Hush , hark ! as from the centre of the deep- Shrieks — fiendish yells ! they stab them in their sleep . The scream of rage , the groan , the strife , The blow , the gasp , the ...
... tomb the ship keeps on ; Nor sound nor stirring now . Hush , hark ! as from the centre of the deep- Shrieks — fiendish yells ! they stab them in their sleep . The scream of rage , the groan , the strife , The blow , the gasp , the ...
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... tomb , Where the ramparts he rear'd still their strength retain , Though ye seek their defender's name in vain . " We have cross'd the streams of the boundless west , We have cluster'd in wreaths round the mountain's crest , We have ...
... tomb , Where the ramparts he rear'd still their strength retain , Though ye seek their defender's name in vain . " We have cross'd the streams of the boundless west , We have cluster'd in wreaths round the mountain's crest , We have ...
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... tomb of her , I love ; - There , when heaven shrouds the dying sun , My weary steps will rove , As o'er its chords night pours its breath , To list the serenade of death , Her silent bourne above ! Give me to seek the lonely tomb ...
... tomb of her , I love ; - There , when heaven shrouds the dying sun , My weary steps will rove , As o'er its chords night pours its breath , To list the serenade of death , Her silent bourne above ! Give me to seek the lonely tomb ...
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... tomb . It is the noon of that tremendous hour , When life is helpless , and the dead have power : When solitudes are peopled : when the sky Is swept by shady wings that , sailing by , Proclaim their watch is set ; when hidden rills Are ...
... tomb . It is the noon of that tremendous hour , When life is helpless , and the dead have power : When solitudes are peopled : when the sky Is swept by shady wings that , sailing by , Proclaim their watch is set ; when hidden rills Are ...
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143 ページ - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
142 ページ - 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.
144 ページ - 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.
82 ページ - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd 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.
256 ページ - Alas! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom...
143 ページ - 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.
171 ページ - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine; And thou art terrible — the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
355 ページ - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels ; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
377 ページ - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
40 ページ - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow : The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air.