The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 páginas |
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... shore , Type of thy sex , Triformis , did adore : Tell me where'er thy silver barque be steering , By bright Italian or soft Persian lands , Or o'er those island - studded seas careering , Whose pearl - charged waves dissolve on coral ...
... shore , Type of thy sex , Triformis , did adore : Tell me where'er thy silver barque be steering , By bright Italian or soft Persian lands , Or o'er those island - studded seas careering , Whose pearl - charged waves dissolve on coral ...
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... shore . And sights and sounds at which the world have wondered , Within these wild ravines have had their birth ; Young Freedom's cannon from these glens have thundered , And sent their startling echoes o'er the earth ; And not a ...
... shore . And sights and sounds at which the world have wondered , Within these wild ravines have had their birth ; Young Freedom's cannon from these glens have thundered , And sent their startling echoes o'er the earth ; And not a ...
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... Charmed with their songs till men forgot to dine , And starved , though music - fed , upon their shore , Their voices breathed no softer lays than thine , They sang but to entice , and thou dost sing 28 ADDRESS TO A MUSQUITO .
... Charmed with their songs till men forgot to dine , And starved , though music - fed , upon their shore , Their voices breathed no softer lays than thine , They sang but to entice , and thou dost sing 28 ADDRESS TO A MUSQUITO .
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... shore , ' Neath the hot sky of Congo's dusky child , From warm Peru to icy Labrador , The world's free citizen thou roamest wild . Wherever " mountains rise or oceans roll , " Thy voice is heard , from " Indus to the Pole . " The ...
... shore , ' Neath the hot sky of Congo's dusky child , From warm Peru to icy Labrador , The world's free citizen thou roamest wild . Wherever " mountains rise or oceans roll , " Thy voice is heard , from " Indus to the Pole . " The ...
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... the sportsman's favourite ( scolopax minor ) of our Atlantic shores , but the large crested woodpecker , so called in the western counties . A foliage world of glittering dyes Gleams brightly on the 5 THE CALLICOON IN AUTUMN . 33.
... the sportsman's favourite ( scolopax minor ) of our Atlantic shores , but the large crested woodpecker , so called in the western counties . A foliage world of glittering dyes Gleams brightly on the 5 THE CALLICOON IN AUTUMN . 33.
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Ajalon ANTHONY BLEECKER azure skies beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow C. F. HOFFMAN charm cheek clouds coursers dark dark sceptre death deep dost dream dreaming lip e'en earth echo EDWARD SANFORD fade fair flowers forest gallant gaze Gibeon glance gleam gloom glory glow green hath heart heaven hope hour hues JOHN INMAN land life's light loitering flight lone lyre MISS ELIZABETH morning mountain ne'er night numbers o'er pale pale night pride pure rest roll rose round rove scene shade shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring star steal stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought throng tide tree VISIT FROM ST voice waves ween weep WHIP-POOR-WILL wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wings wood youth
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Página 219 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 120 - Flag of the seas I on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale. Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea...
Página 217 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Página 120 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Página 218 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys — and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle...
Página 118 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light...
Página 120 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath...
Página 218 - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away!...
Página 5 - Its snarling wolf-foe bit the ground, And, with its moaning cry, The beaver sank beneath the wound Its pond-built Venice by.
Página 219 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf — And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose. And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim,...