American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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Strana xiii
... Sleep Camps of Green 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 324 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS- Dirge 333 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL- Summer Storm A Prayer The Heritage The Sower 335 337 ...
... Sleep Camps of Green 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 324 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS- Dirge 333 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL- Summer Storm A Prayer The Heritage The Sower 335 337 ...
Strana xv
... Sleep Pursuit and Possession Miracles Fredericksburg EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN- Ilium Fuit 422 423 424 425 428 429 429 · 430 The Mountain The Feast of Harvest 430 433 437 F. BRET HARTE- The Miracle of Padre Junipero 439 The Réveillé . 442 ...
... Sleep Pursuit and Possession Miracles Fredericksburg EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN- Ilium Fuit 422 423 424 425 428 429 429 · 430 The Mountain The Feast of Harvest 430 433 437 F. BRET HARTE- The Miracle of Padre Junipero 439 The Réveillé . 442 ...
Strana 7
... sleeps he now alone : not one Of all the kings whose crowns he gave , Nor sire nor brother , wife nor son , Hath ever seen or sought his grave . Here sleeps he now alone ; the star That led him on from crown to crown Hath sunk ; the ...
... sleeps he now alone : not one Of all the kings whose crowns he gave , Nor sire nor brother , wife nor son , Hath ever seen or sought his grave . Here sleeps he now alone ; the star That led him on from crown to crown Hath sunk ; the ...
Strana 16
... sleep - the dead there reign alone . So shalt thou rest , —and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone ...
... sleep - the dead there reign alone . So shalt thou rest , —and what if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living — and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone ...
Strana 18
... sleeps . And thou must watch and combat , till the day Of the new Earth and Heaven . But , wouldst thou rest Awhile from tumult and the frauds of men , These old and friendly solitudes invite They , while yet 18 BRYANT .
... sleeps . And thou must watch and combat , till the day Of the new Earth and Heaven . But , wouldst thou rest Awhile from tumult and the frauds of men , These old and friendly solitudes invite They , while yet 18 BRYANT .
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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...