The Poets of America, Volumen1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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... dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep - the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest - and what if thou shalt fall Unheeded by the living ...
... dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep - the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest - and what if thou shalt fall Unheeded by the living ...
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... dead from its arms the pale vine shrunk , And ripened the mellow fruit hung , and red Were the tree's withered leaves round it shed . The foot of the reaper moved slow on the lawn , And the sickle cut down the yellow corn- The mower ...
... dead from its arms the pale vine shrunk , And ripened the mellow fruit hung , and red Were the tree's withered leaves round it shed . The foot of the reaper moved slow on the lawn , And the sickle cut down the yellow corn- The mower ...
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... every stream that flowed along , From morn to night repeated still The winning harmony of song . Land of dead heroes ! living slaves ! Shall glory gild thy clime no more ? 108 GREECE . Her banner float above thy waves Where Greece BROOKS.
... every stream that flowed along , From morn to night repeated still The winning harmony of song . Land of dead heroes ! living slaves ! Shall glory gild thy clime no more ? 108 GREECE . Her banner float above thy waves Where Greece BROOKS.
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... dead ! But ' tis the dim sepulchral light Which sheds a faint and feeble ray , As moon - beams on the brow of night , When tempests sweep upon their way . Greece ! yet awake thee from thy trance ; Behold thy banner waves afar ; Behold ...
... dead ! But ' tis the dim sepulchral light Which sheds a faint and feeble ray , As moon - beams on the brow of night , When tempests sweep upon their way . Greece ! yet awake thee from thy trance ; Behold thy banner waves afar ; Behold ...
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... loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmama has said- Poor old lady ; she is dead Long ago- That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . 135 136 THE LAST LEAF . But now his nose is.
... loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmama has said- Poor old lady ; she is dead Long ago- That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . 135 136 THE LAST LEAF . But now his nose is.
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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...