The Poets of America: Illustrated by One of Her PaintersJohn Keese S. Colman, 1841 - 284 páginas |
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... Watch The Beleaguered City Felicia Hemans H. W. ROCKWELL 81 TIMOTHY DWIGHT 83 LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY 85 JOHN PIERPONT 88 LUCY HOOPER 90 FRANCES S. OSGOOD 93 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW 95 LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY 98 Invitation Monadnock A Death - Bed A ...
... Watch The Beleaguered City Felicia Hemans H. W. ROCKWELL 81 TIMOTHY DWIGHT 83 LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY 85 JOHN PIERPONT 88 LUCY HOOPER 90 FRANCES S. OSGOOD 93 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW 95 LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY 98 Invitation Monadnock A Death - Bed A ...
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... watch thee on the pool's wet margin now , For clay to plaster straws thy cunning weaves ; All will not hear thy sweet out - pouring joy , That with morn's stillness blends the voice of song , For over - anxious cares their souls employ ...
... watch thee on the pool's wet margin now , For clay to plaster straws thy cunning weaves ; All will not hear thy sweet out - pouring joy , That with morn's stillness blends the voice of song , For over - anxious cares their souls employ ...
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... watch the leaves descending slow To each a moral gave ; And as they moved in mournful train , With rustling sound , along the plain , Taught them to sing a seraph's strain Of peace within the grave . U 42 THE SYLPH OF AUTUMN . And then ...
... watch the leaves descending slow To each a moral gave ; And as they moved in mournful train , With rustling sound , along the plain , Taught them to sing a seraph's strain Of peace within the grave . U 42 THE SYLPH OF AUTUMN . And then ...
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... cure his lone and aching heart- That I was one , when he was sad , Oft stole him from his pain , in part . But e'en from thee , he said , I go , To meet the world , its care and strife , MOSS SUPPLICATETH FOR THE POET . No more to watch.
... cure his lone and aching heart- That I was one , when he was sad , Oft stole him from his pain , in part . But e'en from thee , he said , I go , To meet the world , its care and strife , MOSS SUPPLICATETH FOR THE POET . No more to watch.
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... watch this quiet flow , Or spend with thee a gentle life . And yet the brook is gliding on , And I , without a care , at rest , While back to toiling life he's gone , Where finds his head no faithful breast . Deal gently with him ...
... watch this quiet flow , Or spend with thee a gentle life . And yet the brook is gliding on , And I , without a care , at rest , While back to toiling life he's gone , Where finds his head no faithful breast . Deal gently with him ...
Términos y frases comunes
ALBERT PIKE autumn beam beauty beneath bird blest bloom blossoms bowers breast breath bright brow Bunker Hill Monument CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN chimes clouds dark deep dost dreams earth eternal FELICIA HEMANS FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flash flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD friends gaze gentle gleam glorious glory golden golden air grave green HADAD HAMPTON BEACH hath hear heart heaven hills hour hues leaf leaves life's light lone look melody mighty morning mother mountain mournful murmur night NORTH BURIAL GROUND o'er pale passed rest roar rock roll round shade shadows shine shore sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swells tears thee thine Thou art throne tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR vale voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waves weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 35 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Página 35 - 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 37 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 35 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Página 20 - A sister to the night !— Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast: Sleep not! — from her soft sleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, And make this darkness gay With looks, whose brightness well might make Of...
Página 95 - THE BELEAGUERED CITY. I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Página 212 - DOST thou idly ask to hear At what gentle seasons Nymphs relent, when lovers near Press the tenderest reasons ? Ah, they give their faith too oft To the careless wooer ; Maidens' hearts are always soft : Would that men's were truer!
Página 201 - But where are the sisters who hastened to greet The lowly Redeemer, and sit at his feet? I tread where the TWELVE in their wayfaring trod ; I stand where they stood with the CHOSEN OF GOD, — Where his blessing was heard and his lessons were taught, Where the blind were restored and the healing was wrought.
Página 192 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Página 154 - Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee, To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody, Brother, come home.