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... grave their priests go out , till none 61 Is left to teach their worship ; then the fires Of sacrifice are chilled , and the green moss O'ercreeps their altars ; the fallen images Cumber the weedy courts , and for loud hymns , Chanted ...
... grave their priests go out , till none 61 Is left to teach their worship ; then the fires Of sacrifice are chilled , and the green moss O'ercreeps their altars ; the fallen images Cumber the weedy courts , and for loud hymns , Chanted ...
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... grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and in the bud of life Offered me to the Muses . Oh , cut off 139 Untimely when thy reason in its strength , Ripened by years of toil and studious search , And watch of Nature's silent ...
... grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and in the bud of life Offered me to the Muses . Oh , cut off 139 Untimely when thy reason in its strength , Ripened by years of toil and studious search , And watch of Nature's silent ...
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... grave . - this and the hope To copy thy example , and to leave 151 A name of which the wretched shall not think As of an enemy's , whom they forgive As all forgive the dead . Rest , therefore , thou Whose early guidance trained my ...
... grave . - this and the hope To copy thy example , and to leave 151 A name of which the wretched shall not think As of an enemy's , whom they forgive As all forgive the dead . Rest , therefore , thou Whose early guidance trained my ...
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... grave ; And there they laid her , in the very garb With which the maiden decked herself for death , With the same withering wild - flowers in her hair , And o'er the mould that covered her , the tribe Built up a simple monument , a cone ...
... grave ; And there they laid her , in the very garb With which the maiden decked herself for death , With the same withering wild - flowers in her hair , And o'er the mould that covered her , the tribe Built up a simple monument , a cone ...
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... grave to make , The rich , green mountain - turf should break . A cell within the frozen mould , A coffin borne through sleet , And icy clods above it rolled , While fierce the tempests beat Away ! I will not think of these Blue be the ...
... grave to make , The rich , green mountain - turf should break . A cell within the frozen mould , A coffin borne through sleet , And icy clods above it rolled , While fierce the tempests beat Away ! I will not think of these Blue be the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian beauty beneath birds breath clouds dark dead dear death dream earth edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadows Mondamin moon morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet river rose round sail seemed shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent sing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood strong summer sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees verse village voice Walt Whitman wandering waves Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth ΙΟ
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Página 50 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 56 - Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud...
Página 54 - What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Página 3 - 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 seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 50 - Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore : Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Página 355 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 63 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Página 2 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Página 528 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Página 88 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good!...