Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 páginas |
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... 19 The Western World The Rivulet . A Song of Pitcairn's Island The Hunter's Serenade • Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood The Two Graves 22- 26 29 31 བྷཱུ སླེ ཀྑཱུ 3 3 33- 35 Page To the Fringed Gentian b 38 An Indian at.
... 19 The Western World The Rivulet . A Song of Pitcairn's Island The Hunter's Serenade • Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood The Two Graves 22- 26 29 31 བྷཱུ སླེ ཀྑཱུ 3 3 33- 35 Page To the Fringed Gentian b 38 An Indian at.
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... Grave of the Indian Chief . Escape from Winter The Lily The Greek Emigrant's Song The Spirit of the Air 100 4 102 103- • 104 106 Sonnet 108 A Tribute to the Brave 109 The Broken Heart 110 The Land of the Blest 112 Retrospection 113 י ...
... Grave of the Indian Chief . Escape from Winter The Lily The Greek Emigrant's Song The Spirit of the Air 100 4 102 103- • 104 106 Sonnet 108 A Tribute to the Brave 109 The Broken Heart 110 The Land of the Blest 112 Retrospection 113 י ...
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... Western Rivers 302- On passing the Grave of my Sister 305. " S. G. GOODRICH . The Seabird's Tale Lake Superior . B. B. THATCHER . I would not live Always 308 312 314 To a Sister , about to embark on a Missionary xxii CONTENTS .
... Western Rivers 302- On passing the Grave of my Sister 305. " S. G. GOODRICH . The Seabird's Tale Lake Superior . B. B. THATCHER . I would not live Always 308 312 314 To a Sister , about to embark on a Missionary xxii CONTENTS .
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... life . This bitter cup at first was given , When angry Justice frowned severe ; And ' tis the eternal doom of Heaven , That man must view the grave with fear . " Er . Make thee to shudder , and grow sick at heart 6 BRYANT . Thanatopsis.
... life . This bitter cup at first was given , When angry Justice frowned severe ; And ' tis the eternal doom of Heaven , That man must view the grave with fear . " Er . Make thee to shudder , and grow sick at heart 6 BRYANT . Thanatopsis.
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... grave , Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him , and lies down to pleasant dreams . TO A WATERFOWL . WHITHER , ' midst falling dew , While glow the heavens with the last steps of day , Far , through their rosy depths ...
... grave , Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him , and lies down to pleasant dreams . TO A WATERFOWL . WHITHER , ' midst falling dew , While glow the heavens with the last steps of day , Far , through their rosy depths ...
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Alaric amid April snow beams beauty bend beneath bird bloom blue bosom bounding high bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark dead death deep dread dream earth fair fear flow flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glory glow golden golden sun grave green grer Hadad HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath hear heart heaven hills JAMES G 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 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 waters wave WEEHAWKEN wild wind wing winglets woods
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Página xxii - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Página xxii - 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.
Página xxiii - 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.
Página 82 - 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...
Página xxii - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Página xx - 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.
Página xxiv - 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.
Página 146 - 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...
Página 192 - 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.
Página 226 - 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.