The Poets of America, Volumen1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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... breeze lull'd . You're a dear child ! And then , To gaze on such a scene ! the grassy bank , So gently sloping to the rivulet , All purple with my own dear violet , And sprinkled o'er with spring flowers of each tint . There was that ...
... breeze lull'd . You're a dear child ! And then , To gaze on such a scene ! the grassy bank , So gently sloping to the rivulet , All purple with my own dear violet , And sprinkled o'er with spring flowers of each tint . There was that ...
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... breeze and beam like thieves come in , To steal me away , I deem it sin To slight their voice , and away I'm straying Over the hills and vales a Maying . THOUGHTS OF A STUDENT . Then can I hear the Thoughts of a Student LAWRENCE.
... breeze and beam like thieves come in , To steal me away , I deem it sin To slight their voice , and away I'm straying Over the hills and vales a Maying . THOUGHTS OF A STUDENT . Then can I hear the Thoughts of a Student LAWRENCE.
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... drink Shall never be brimmed by me ; That many a joy must be untasted , And many a glorious breeze be wasted , Yet would not , if I dared , repine , That toil and study and care are mine . LOVE AND FAME . BY H. T. TUCKERMAN . GIVE.
... drink Shall never be brimmed by me ; That many a joy must be untasted , And many a glorious breeze be wasted , Yet would not , if I dared , repine , That toil and study and care are mine . LOVE AND FAME . BY H. T. TUCKERMAN . GIVE.
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... breeze , by fits Cast off , upon the dewy air , huge flakes Of golden lustre . Over all the hill , The heavenly legions , the assembled world , Evening her crimson tint for ever drew . 172 LAST EVENING BEFORE ETERNITY , Round I gazed ...
... breeze , by fits Cast off , upon the dewy air , huge flakes Of golden lustre . Over all the hill , The heavenly legions , the assembled world , Evening her crimson tint for ever drew . 172 LAST EVENING BEFORE ETERNITY , Round I gazed ...
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... it growing- The clear breeze through the foliage blowing ; Or hear , unmoved , the taunt of scorn Breathed o'er the brave New England born ; NEW ENGLAND . Or mark the stranger's jaguar hand Disturb New England WHITTIER.
... it growing- The clear breeze through the foliage blowing ; Or hear , unmoved , the taunt of scorn Breathed o'er the brave New England born ; NEW ENGLAND . Or mark the stranger's jaguar hand Disturb New England WHITTIER.
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Página 57 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew_; THE BUCKET.
Página 136 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Página 141 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Página 59 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
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 213 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Página 103 - 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 104 - As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Página 112 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter ; There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Página 48 - To hear the tempest trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers...