Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 ページ |
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... sleep - the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living , and no friend All that breathe Take note of thy departure ? Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone ...
... sleep - the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living , and no friend All that breathe Take note of thy departure ? Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone ...
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... thou metst my infant sight . As And I shall sleep - and on thy side , ages after ages glide , Children their early sports shall try , And pass to hoary age and die . But thou , unchanged from year to year , Gaily 28 BRYANT . 28.
... thou metst my infant sight . As And I shall sleep - and on thy side , ages after ages glide , Children their early sports shall try , And pass to hoary age and die . But thou , unchanged from year to year , Gaily 28 BRYANT . 28.
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... sleep . Yet well might they lay , beneath the soil Of this lonely spot , that man of toil , And trench the strong hard mould with the spade , Where never before a grave was made ; For he hewed the dark old woods away , And gave the ...
... sleep . Yet well might they lay , beneath the soil Of this lonely spot , that man of toil , And trench the strong hard mould with the spade , Where never before a grave was made ; For he hewed the dark old woods away , And gave the ...
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... Sleep , sleep , thou sad one , on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more will pillow thee , Thy hand upon his brow . He is not near , to hush thee , or to save . The ground is his - the sea must be thy grave . The ...
... Sleep , sleep , thou sad one , on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more will pillow thee , Thy hand upon his brow . He is not near , to hush thee , or to save . The ground is his - the sea must be thy grave . The ...
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With Some Introductory Remarks. He sleeps ; but dreams of massy gold , And heaps of pearl . He stretch'd his hands . He hears a voice- " Ill man , withhold . " A pale one near him stands ; Her breath comes deathly cold upon his cheek ...
With Some Introductory Remarks. He sleeps ; but dreams of massy gold , And heaps of pearl . He stretch'd his hands . He hears a voice- " Ill man , withhold . " A pale one near him stands ; Her breath comes deathly cold upon his cheek ...
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amid April snow Bachelor's Walk beams beauty bend beneath bird bloom blue bosom bounding high bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark dead death deep dream earth fair fear flow flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glory glow golden golden sun grave green Hadad hast hath hear heart heaven hills JAMES K land leaves light lips living lonely look maize Maquon morning mother mountain neath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace rills rock rose round scene seraphs shade shalt shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sunny sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thou art thought throne tide tomb tree Twas twill vale voice wake warrior song waters wave WEEHAWKEN wild wind wing winglets woods
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8 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.
4 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.
200 ページ - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
275 ページ - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
274 ページ - 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!
38 ページ - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
88 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 wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.
11 ページ - March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
153 ページ - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
7 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.