The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and LanierCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - 713 páginas |
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... tell the sorrowful tale , and to this day The mountain where the hapless maiden died Is called the Mountain of the Monument . 1824 . + AUTUMN WOODS ERE , in the northern gale , 1824 . The summer tresses of the trees are gone , The woods ...
... tell the sorrowful tale , and to this day The mountain where the hapless maiden died Is called the Mountain of the Monument . 1824 . + AUTUMN WOODS ERE , in the northern gale , 1824 . The summer tresses of the trees are gone , The woods ...
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... telling his name : Bob - o ' - link , bob - o ' - link , Spink , spank , spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours ... tell what the great - grandchildren of ours will think about that they sprang up of themselves by the way . ' Robert ...
... telling his name : Bob - o ' - link , bob - o ' - link , Spink , spank , spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours ... tell what the great - grandchildren of ours will think about that they sprang up of themselves by the way . ' Robert ...
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... tell us by the winter fire , Till we all wonder it is grown so late . Uncle John . The story of the witch that ground to death Two children in her mill , or will you have The tale of Goody Cutpurse ? Alice . Nay , now , nay ; Those ...
... tell us by the winter fire , Till we all wonder it is grown so late . Uncle John . The story of the witch that ground to death Two children in her mill , or will you have The tale of Goody Cutpurse ? Alice . Nay , now , nay ; Those ...
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... telling Of human battle , where my voice , My own voice , silly child ! - ling 50 was swel- ( O ! how my spirit would rejoice ... tell The loveliness of loving well ! Nor would I now attempt to trace The more than beauty of a face Whose ...
... telling Of human battle , where my voice , My own voice , silly child ! - ling 50 was swel- ( O ! how my spirit would rejoice ... tell The loveliness of loving well ! Nor would I now attempt to trace The more than beauty of a face Whose ...
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... tell ) Ceasing their hymns , attend the spell Of his voice , all mute . Tottering above In her highest noon , The enamored moon Blushes with love , While , to listen , the red levin ( With the rapid Pleiads , even , Which were seven ...
... tell ) Ceasing their hymns , attend the spell Of his voice , all mute . Tottering above In her highest noon , The enamored moon Blushes with love , While , to listen , the red levin ( With the rapid Pleiads , even , Which were seven ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty bells beneath birds bloom breath cloud dark dead dear death dream earth Edgar Allan Poe edition Emerson eyes face fair feet flowers forest gleam golden Goody Cole grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden Mondamin morning mountain never night Nokomis o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Osseo peace poem poet prayer Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent sing smile snow song soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood strong summer sweet tears tell thee thet thine things thou thought trees voice Walt Whitman wandering waves Whitman Whittier wigwam wild wind wings woods words young youth
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Página 13 - ... all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship ! — Nature here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around From perch to perch the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that 'midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.