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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... SNOW THE POET · MY AUTUMN WALK THE DEATH OF LINCOLN A LIFETIME THE FLOOD OF YEARS 22232258 GOOD - BYE 24 THOUGHT 24 THE RIVER . 29 LINES TO ELLEN 30 To ELLEN AT THE SOUTH TO ELLEN 33 THINE EYES STILL SHINED WRITTEN IN NAPLES POE ( I SAW ...
... SNOW THE POET · MY AUTUMN WALK THE DEATH OF LINCOLN A LIFETIME THE FLOOD OF YEARS 22232258 GOOD - BYE 24 THOUGHT 24 THE RIVER . 29 LINES TO ELLEN 30 To ELLEN AT THE SOUTH TO ELLEN 33 THINE EYES STILL SHINED WRITTEN IN NAPLES POE ( I SAW ...
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... SNOW ENDYMION 111 NIGHT THE RAINY DAY 111 . L'ENVOI : THE Poet and his SONGS MAIDENHOOD 112 POSSIBILITIES EXCELSIOR 112 THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS MEZZO CAMMIN 113 THE SLAVE'S DREAM THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGfield THE DAY IS DONE SEAWEED ...
... SNOW ENDYMION 111 NIGHT THE RAINY DAY 111 . L'ENVOI : THE Poet and his SONGS MAIDENHOOD 112 POSSIBILITIES EXCELSIOR 112 THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS MEZZO CAMMIN 113 THE SLAVE'S DREAM THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGfield THE DAY IS DONE SEAWEED ...
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... SNOW - LINE EPILOGUE TO THE BREAKFAST - TABLE GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET FOR WHITTIER'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY A SECOND LETTER FROM B. SAWIN , Esq . 436 FROM A FABLE FOR CRITICS ' 440 THE VISION OF SIR ...
... SNOW - LINE EPILOGUE TO THE BREAKFAST - TABLE GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET FOR WHITTIER'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY A SECOND LETTER FROM B. SAWIN , Esq . 436 FROM A FABLE FOR CRITICS ' 440 THE VISION OF SIR ...
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... snow - bank's edges cold . Thy parent sun , who bade thee view Pale skies , and chilling moisture sip , Has bathed thee in his own bright hue , And streaked with jet thy glowing lip . Yet slight thy form , and low thy seat , And ...
... snow - bank's edges cold . Thy parent sun , who bade thee view Pale skies , and chilling moisture sip , Has bathed thee in his own bright hue , And streaked with jet thy glowing lip . Yet slight thy form , and low thy seat , And ...
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... snow - bird twittered on the beechen bough , And ' neath the hemlock , whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright cold burden , and kept dry 50 A circle , on the earth , of withered leaves , The partridge found a shelter . Through the ...
... snow - bird twittered on the beechen bough , And ' neath the hemlock , whose thick branches bent Beneath its bright cold burden , and kept dry 50 A circle , on the earth , of withered leaves , The partridge found a shelter . Through the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian beauty bells beneath bird breath cloud dark dead dear death door dream earth edition Emerson 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 mountain never Nevermore night Nokomis o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis peace poem poet Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail seemed shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood strong summer sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees verse voice Walt Whitman wandering waves Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young
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Página 104 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 1 - To a Waterfowl 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?
Página 100 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Página 287 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 69 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Página 311 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Página 111 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 362 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Página 286 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Página 417 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.