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... beauty of the place Is in thy heart and on thy face . 10 Fairest of the Rural Maids ' will strike every poet as the truest poem written by Bryant . ( POE . ) The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy ...
... beauty of the place Is in thy heart and on thy face . 10 Fairest of the Rural Maids ' will strike every poet as the truest poem written by Bryant . ( POE . ) The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy ...
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... beauty by . 1 These are lines of whose great rhythmical beauty it is scarcely possible to speak too highly . ' ( POE . ) 2 Among the minor poems of Bryant , none has so much impressed me as the one which he entitles June . ' The ...
... beauty by . 1 These are lines of whose great rhythmical beauty it is scarcely possible to speak too highly . ' ( POE . ) 2 Among the minor poems of Bryant , none has so much impressed me as the one which he entitles June . ' The ...
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... beauty of its prime . They have not perished — no ! Kind words , remembered voices once so sweet , Smiles , radiant long ago , And features , the great soul's apparent seat . All shall come back ; each tie Of pure affection shall be ...
... beauty of its prime . They have not perished — no ! Kind words , remembered voices once so sweet , Smiles , radiant long ago , And features , the great soul's apparent seat . All shall come back ; each tie Of pure affection shall be ...
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... beauty of the earth and sky ? Before thine inner gaze Let all that beauty in clear vision lie ; 40 Look on it with exceeding love , and write The words inspired by wonder and de- light . Of tempests wouldst thou sing , Or tell of ...
... beauty of the earth and sky ? Before thine inner gaze Let all that beauty in clear vision lie ; 40 Look on it with exceeding love , and write The words inspired by wonder and de- light . Of tempests wouldst thou sing , Or tell of ...
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... beauty To meet the image they make . 80 90 ΤΟΙ Though years have whitened his temples , His eyes have the first look still , Save a shade of settled sadness , A forecast of coming il . For in that pleasant dwelling , On the rack of ...
... beauty To meet the image they make . 80 90 ΤΟΙ Though years have whitened his temples , His eyes have the first look still , Save a shade of settled sadness , A forecast of coming il . For in that pleasant dwelling , On the rack of ...
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Acadian beauty bells beneath bird breath cloud dark dead dear death dream earth edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face fair feet flowers forest gleam golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven 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 night Nokomis o'er Osseo pass Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet river rose round sail sang seemed shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound Specimen Days stars stood stream strong summer sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees verse village voice Walt Whitman wampum wandering waves Whitman Whittier wigwam wild William Cullen Bryant wind woods words young youth
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Página 145 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Página 346 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 42 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Página 392 - Is true Freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt ? No ! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free ! They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think : They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two...
Página 551 - O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved ? And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
Página 346 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, —...
Página 41 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 41 - I heard you' — here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore?
Página 55 - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To...
Página 282 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone ; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night...