Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 páginas |
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... peace - and , like a spell , Did that serene and golden sunlight fall Upon the motionless wood that clothed the cell , And precipice upspringing like a wall , And glassy river , and white waterfall , And happy living things that trod ...
... peace - and , like a spell , Did that serene and golden sunlight fall Upon the motionless wood that clothed the cell , And precipice upspringing like a wall , And glassy river , and white waterfall , And happy living things that trod ...
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... peace that yet shall be , When o'er earth's continents , and isles between , The noise of war shall cease from sea ... peaceful world the smile of heaven shall lie . THE SKIES . Ay , gloriously thou standest there , Beautiful , boundless ...
... peace that yet shall be , When o'er earth's continents , and isles between , The noise of war shall cease from sea ... peaceful world the smile of heaven shall lie . THE SKIES . Ay , gloriously thou standest there , Beautiful , boundless ...
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... peace was on the earth and in the air , The warrior lit the pile , and bound his captive there : Not unavenged - the foeman , from the wood , Beheld the deed , and when the midnight shade Was stillest , gorged his battle - axe with ...
... peace was on the earth and in the air , The warrior lit the pile , and bound his captive there : Not unavenged - the foeman , from the wood , Beheld the deed , and when the midnight shade Was stillest , gorged his battle - axe with ...
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... peace and gloom , Crowded , like guests in a banquet room . Yet there are graves in this lonely spot , Two humble graves , -but I meet them not . I have seen them , -eighteen years are past , BRYANT . 353 35 The Two Graves.
... peace and gloom , Crowded , like guests in a banquet room . Yet there are graves in this lonely spot , Two humble graves , -but I meet them not . I have seen them , -eighteen years are past , BRYANT . 353 35 The Two Graves.
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... peaceful , and passionless , As seasons on seasons swiftly press , They watch , and wait , and linger around , ' Till the day when their bodies shall leave the ground . TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN . THOU blossom , bright with. BRYANT . 37.
... peaceful , and passionless , As seasons on seasons swiftly press , They watch , and wait , and linger around , ' Till the day when their bodies shall leave the ground . TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN . THOU blossom , bright with. BRYANT . 37.
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Términos y frases comunes
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.