The Poets of America, Volumen1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 - 284 páginas |
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... breathing odours on the gale . Mid yon rich clouds ' voluptuous pile , Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below awhile , Then turn to bathe and revel there . The sun breaks forth ; from off the scene Its NORTON.
... breathing odours on the gale . Mid yon rich clouds ' voluptuous pile , Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below awhile , Then turn to bathe and revel there . The sun breaks forth ; from off the scene Its NORTON.
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... breathing her truth . And now , though its leaflets are gone to decay , And mournfully drooping its stem , And tints from the rainbow are fading away , " Twill still be of roses the gem . Like its fragrance , still lingering , fond ...
... breathing her truth . And now , though its leaflets are gone to decay , And mournfully drooping its stem , And tints from the rainbow are fading away , " Twill still be of roses the gem . Like its fragrance , still lingering , fond ...
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... breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke , And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form , The earthquake shock , the ocean - storm , Come when the heart beats high and warm ...
... breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke , And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form , The earthquake shock , the ocean - storm , Come when the heart beats high and warm ...
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... breath , Whose loudest echo ever floats From out the halls of death . A loving eye beguiles me more Than Fame's emblazoned seal , And one sweet tone of tenderness Than Triumph's wildest peal . Give me the boon of Love ! The path of Fame ...
... breath , Whose loudest echo ever floats From out the halls of death . A loving eye beguiles me more Than Fame's emblazoned seal , And one sweet tone of tenderness Than Triumph's wildest peal . Give me the boon of Love ! The path of Fame ...
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... breath Of morning scatters , is the shroud That wraps the conqueror's clay in death . Pause here ! The far - off world at last Breathes free ; the hand that shook its thrones And to the earth its mitres cast , Lies powerless now beneath ...
... breath Of morning scatters , is the shroud That wraps the conqueror's clay in death . Pause here ! The far - off world at last Breathes free ; the hand that shook its thrones And to the earth its mitres cast , Lies powerless now beneath ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alaric ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek cloud courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dark death deep dream earth elfin fading fair fairy float flowers forest gale gaze gems gentle glance gleam glorious glory glow golden Greece green grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour JAMESTOWN land leap light lips lonely lyre morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple quivering rest rock rose round scene shade shine shore sigh silent moon silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring sprite stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear tempests thee thine thou art thoughts throne tide tone tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering water-sprites waters wave ween wild winds wing witch-hazel woods young
Pasajes populares
Página 78 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 101 - Gave the lustre of mid-day 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.
Página 179 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Página 48 - 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; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 90 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away!
Página 49 - 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.
Página 110 - And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful Spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own. And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of Ocean roar ; When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore ; Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through...
Página 36 - He put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down : The corslet plate that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest ; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen, Studs of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.
Página 49 - Flag of the seas! 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 58 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
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