American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Field A March in the Ranks A Sight in Camp Manhattan Faces Reconciliation In Midnight Sleep Camps of Green PAGE 307 • 308 • 309 310 312 314 316 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's ...
... Field A March in the Ranks A Sight in Camp Manhattan Faces Reconciliation In Midnight Sleep Camps of Green PAGE 307 • 308 • 309 310 312 314 316 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's ...
Strana 8
... fields , a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him ? No. The only , the perpetual dirge That's heard there is the seabird's cry , The mournful murmur of the surge , The cloud's deep voice , the wind's low sigh . NATHANIEL LANGDON ...
... fields , a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him ? No. The only , the perpetual dirge That's heard there is the seabird's cry , The mournful murmur of the surge , The cloud's deep voice , the wind's low sigh . NATHANIEL LANGDON ...
Strana 11
... fields , boundless and beautiful , For which the speech of England has no name— The prairies . I behold them for the first , And my heart swells , while the dilated sight Takes - in the encircling vastness . In airy undulations , far ...
... fields , boundless and beautiful , For which the speech of England has no name— The prairies . I behold them for the first , And my heart swells , while the dilated sight Takes - in the encircling vastness . In airy undulations , far ...
Strana 12
... rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon . These ample fields Nourished their harvests ; here their herds were fed , When haply by their stalls the bison lowed , And bowed his manèd shoulder to the yoke . All 12 BRYANT .
... rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon . These ample fields Nourished their harvests ; here their herds were fed , When haply by their stalls the bison lowed , And bowed his manèd shoulder to the yoke . All 12 BRYANT .
Strana 18
... fields , While yet our race was few , thou sat'st with him , To tend the quiet flock and watch the stars , And teach the reed to utter simple airs . Thou by his side , amid the tangled wood , Didst war upon the panther and the wolf ...
... fields , While yet our race was few , thou sat'st with him , To tend the quiet flock and watch the stars , And teach the reed to utter simple airs . Thou by his side , amid the tangled wood , Didst war upon the panther and the wolf ...
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Strana 10 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Strana 204 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Strana 281 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Strana 226 - 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.
Strana 15 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
Strana 203 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Strana 223 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Strana 16 - 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.
Strana 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Strana 216 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...