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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... SUMMER . 353 ASTREA 285 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 353 FIRST - DAY THOUGHTS 285 TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 353 THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY 285 SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE 286 BURNS 287 HOLMES MAUD MULLER 289 THE RENDITION 290 OLD IRONSIDES 355 ...
... SUMMER . 353 ASTREA 285 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 353 FIRST - DAY THOUGHTS 285 TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 353 THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY 285 SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE 286 BURNS 287 HOLMES MAUD MULLER 289 THE RENDITION 290 OLD IRONSIDES 355 ...
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... SUMMER REVERIE . 424 INSCRIPTION PROPOSED FOR A SOLDIERS ' HEBE 428 AND SAILORS ' MONUMENT 524 THE CHANGELING 429 ENDYMION 524 SHE CAME AND WENT 429 AUSPEX 527 THE PREGNANT COMMENT 528 TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN 579 TELEPATHY X TABLE OF ...
... SUMMER REVERIE . 424 INSCRIPTION PROPOSED FOR A SOLDIERS ' HEBE 428 AND SAILORS ' MONUMENT 524 THE CHANGELING 429 ENDYMION 524 SHE CAME AND WENT 429 AUSPEX 527 THE PREGNANT COMMENT 528 TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN 579 TELEPATHY X TABLE OF ...
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... summer of 1811 , which would make Bryant only sixteen years old at the time not seventeen , as Mr. Godwin himself elsewhere say Bryant's own account of the matter is given in a lette of 1855 , which Mr. Godwin quotes : I cannot give you ...
... summer of 1811 , which would make Bryant only sixteen years old at the time not seventeen , as Mr. Godwin himself elsewhere say Bryant's own account of the matter is given in a lette of 1855 , which Mr. Godwin quotes : I cannot give you ...
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... summer are fairest there , And freshest the breath of the summer air ; And sweetest the golden autumn day In silence and sunshine glides away . Yet , fair as thou art , thou shunnest to glide , Beautiful stream ! by the village side ...
... summer are fairest there , And freshest the breath of the summer air ; And sweetest the golden autumn day In silence and sunshine glides away . Yet , fair as thou art , thou shunnest to glide , Beautiful stream ! by the village side ...
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... Summer knows ; Or Autumn with his many fruits , and woods All flushed with many hues . Come when the rains 60 Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice , While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light ...
... Summer knows ; Or Autumn with his many fruits , and woods All flushed with many hues . Come when the rains 60 Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice , While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light ...
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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.