Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264 ページ |
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... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
... 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 . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
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... hour , New notes to swell the music of the groves . And soon the latest of the feather'd train At evening twilight come ; the lonely snipe , O'er marshy fields , high in the dusky air , Invisible , but with faint , tremulous tones ...
... hour , New notes to swell the music of the groves . And soon the latest of the feather'd train At evening twilight come ; the lonely snipe , O'er marshy fields , high in the dusky air , Invisible , but with faint , tremulous tones ...
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... hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts , at highest noon , Light clouds , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake , Oh ! I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at ...
... hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts , at highest noon , Light clouds , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake , Oh ! I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at ...
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... hour ; With voice as low , as gentle , and caressing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower ; With look , like patient Job's , eschewing evil ; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art in sober truth , the veriest devil ...
... hour ; With voice as low , as gentle , and caressing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower ; With look , like patient Job's , eschewing evil ; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art in sober truth , the veriest devil ...
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... hours : A feeling that is like a sense of wings , Restless to soar above these perishing things . We pass out from the city's feverish hum , To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And Nature , that is beautiful and dumb , Like a cool ...
... hours : A feeling that is like a sense of wings , Restless to soar above these perishing things . We pass out from the city's feverish hum , To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And Nature , that is beautiful and dumb , Like a cool ...
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ALBERT PIKE ALNWICK CASTLE amid art Napoleon beauty beneath bird blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek cloud dark dead death deep dost dream earth Excelsior fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow grave GRAY FOREST-EAGLE green groves hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light living lone look look'd mighty morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean pale pass pass'd pinions prayer R. H. DANA rest rock round SENECA LAKE shade shore silent sleep slumbers smile song soul spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thought tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wing wither'd woods youth
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161 ページ - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, 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.
147 ページ - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
15 ページ - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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.
15 ページ - 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.
139 ページ - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
83 ページ - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
147 ページ - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
15 ページ - 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.
73 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.
233 ページ - My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. " They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.