Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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Strana 101
... skies : A thousand birds around me flew , Emerging from the distant blue , Like spirits from the summer deep , -- Then , wheeling slowly , one by one , All disappearing in the sun , They left me — and I fell asleep : But soon a loud ...
... skies : A thousand birds around me flew , Emerging from the distant blue , Like spirits from the summer deep , -- Then , wheeling slowly , one by one , All disappearing in the sun , They left me — and I fell asleep : But soon a loud ...
Strana 102
... skies Of solid blue , That roll away above thee , shed O'er thy unshelter'd head A most untimely dew ! Wake , Sleeper , wake ! Arise ! And from thy marble forehead shake The shadow of the dead ! Arise ! Arise ! Thou last of all the ...
... skies Of solid blue , That roll away above thee , shed O'er thy unshelter'd head A most untimely dew ! Wake , Sleeper , wake ! Arise ! And from thy marble forehead shake The shadow of the dead ! Arise ! Arise ! Thou last of all the ...
Strana 107
... O peace ! For his beautiful eyes , Under Grecian skies , Were shut by the hands of Grecian men And the voice of his heart Will never depart Away from the land of the brave again : O peace ! For he lifted his head , With JOHN NEAL . 107.
... O peace ! For his beautiful eyes , Under Grecian skies , Were shut by the hands of Grecian men And the voice of his heart Will never depart Away from the land of the brave again : O peace ! For he lifted his head , With JOHN NEAL . 107.
Strana 109
... skies Thou that of old , if but a shadow fell- The shadow only of a coming foe , Athwart thy bulwarks - heard the stormy swell Of countless armies gathering below Thy deep foundations ; all thy ancient woods Upwaking with a heavy solemn ...
... skies Thou that of old , if but a shadow fell- The shadow only of a coming foe , Athwart thy bulwarks - heard the stormy swell Of countless armies gathering below Thy deep foundations ; all thy ancient woods Upwaking with a heavy solemn ...
Strana 110
... with words of truth , Along the way of life , but arin'd as though The brave and beauteous earth whereon they tread , Were fashion'd by the Builder of the Skies , Not for his living Image , but the dead- A 110 JOHN NEAL .
... with words of truth , Along the way of life , but arin'd as though The brave and beauteous earth whereon they tread , Were fashion'd by the Builder of the Skies , Not for his living Image , but the dead- A 110 JOHN NEAL .
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Strana 143 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the 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.
Strana 142 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Strana 144 - 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.
Strana 82 - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Strana 256 - Alas! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom...
Strana 143 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, 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 171 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine; And thou art terrible — the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
Strana 355 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels ; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Strana 377 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
Strana 40 - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow : The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air.