Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 ページ |
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... waves ! The deep distressful silence of the scene Breaks up with mingling of unnumbered sounds And universal motion . He is come , Shaking a shower of blossoms from the shrubs , And bearing on their fragrance ; and he brings Music of ...
... waves ! The deep distressful silence of the scene Breaks up with mingling of unnumbered sounds And universal motion . He is come , Shaking a shower of blossoms from the shrubs , And bearing on their fragrance ; and he brings Music of ...
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... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness ...
... waves till now , Roughening their crests , and scattering high their spray , And swelling the white sail . I welcome thee To the scorched land , thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness ...
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... waves yon bright blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him , And , crowding nigh , or in the distance dim , Lifts the white throng of sails ...
... waves yon bright blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him , And , crowding nigh , or in the distance dim , Lifts the white throng of sails ...
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... wave , And dancing to thy own wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ear My early childhood loved to hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and ...
... wave , And dancing to thy own wild chime , Thou laughest at the lapse of time . The same sweet sounds are in my ear My early childhood loved to hear ; As pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and ...
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... wave they drink : And they , whose meadows it murmurs through , Have named the stream from its own fair hue . 154 Yet pure its waters -- its shallows are bright With coloured pebbles and sparkles of light- And clear the depths where its ...
... wave they drink : And they , whose meadows it murmurs through , Have named the stream from its own fair hue . 154 Yet pure its waters -- its shallows are bright With coloured pebbles and sparkles of light- And clear the depths where its ...
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xxii ページ - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
xxii ページ - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care . Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
xxiii ページ - 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.
82 ページ - 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 waves his own...
xxii ページ - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
xx 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.
xxiv ページ - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
146 ページ - THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue...
192 ページ - When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power: In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
226 ページ - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.