The Poets' New EnglandBaker & Taylor Company, 1911 - Počet stran: 356 |
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Strana 337 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Strana 151 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Strana 210 - Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release! Thy God, in these distempered days, Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways, And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace! Bow down in prayer and praise ! No poorest in thy borders but may now Lift to the juster skies a man's enfranchised brow.
Strana 35 - THESE are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name—- The Prairies.
Strana 27 - Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Strana 342 - O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
Strana 310 - A woman tropical, intense In thought and act, in soul and sense, She blended in a like degree The vixen and the devotee, Revealing with each freak or feint The temper of Petruchio's Kate, The raptures of Siena's saint. Her tapering hand and rounded wrist Had facile power to form a fist ; The warm, dark languish of her eyes Was never safe from wrath's surprise.
Strana 69 - I HEARD or seemed to hear the chiding Sea Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come ? Am I not always here, thy summer home? Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve ? My breath thy healthful climate in the heats, My touch thy antidote, my bay thy bath? Was ever building like my terraces ? Was ever couch magnificent as mine ? Lie on the warm rock-ledges, and there leam A little hut suffices like a town.
Strana 27 - The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows at play on the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase, And there they roll on the easy gale.
Strana 247 - t is kindled o' nights With a semblance of flame by the chill Northern Lights. He may rank (Griswold says so) first bard of your nation, (There 's no doubt that he stands in supreme iceolation,) Your topmost Parnassus he may set his heel on, But no warm applauses come, peal following peal on...
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Annual Report of the American Historical Association American Historical Association Úplné zobrazení - 1913 |