Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... living - moan our sins , - The wrath of man , more fierce than thine . Hark ! still thy waves ! -The work begins- He makes the deadly sign . The crew glide down like shadows . Eye and hand Speak fearful meanings through that silent band ...
... living - moan our sins , - The wrath of man , more fierce than thine . Hark ! still thy waves ! -The work begins- He makes the deadly sign . The crew glide down like shadows . Eye and hand Speak fearful meanings through that silent band ...
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... living , stir the dead . The spirit - steed sent up the neigh . It seem'd the living trump of hell , Sounding to call the damn'd away , To join the host that fell . It rang along the vaulted sky : the shore Jarr'd hard , as when the ...
... living , stir the dead . The spirit - steed sent up the neigh . It seem'd the living trump of hell , Sounding to call the damn'd away , To join the host that fell . It rang along the vaulted sky : the shore Jarr'd hard , as when the ...
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... living and the dead , They'll make the horrid leap ! The horse stops short : -his feet are on the verge . He stands , like marble , high above the surge . And , nigh , the tall ship yet burns on , With red , hot spars and crackling ...
... living and the dead , They'll make the horrid leap ! The horse stops short : -his feet are on the verge . He stands , like marble , high above the surge . And , nigh , the tall ship yet burns on , With red , hot spars and crackling ...
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... living thing , —and dar'st thou come so near These wild and ghastly shapes of death and fear ? Now long that thick , red light has shone On stern , dark rocks , and deep , still bay , On man and horse that seem of stone , So motionless ...
... living thing , —and dar'st thou come so near These wild and ghastly shapes of death and fear ? Now long that thick , red light has shone On stern , dark rocks , and deep , still bay , On man and horse that seem of stone , So motionless ...
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... living things . O ! ' t is a proud and gallant show Of bright and broad spread wings Flinging a glory round them , as they keep Their course right onward through the unsounded deep . And where the far - off sand - bars lift Their backs ...
... living things . O ! ' t is a proud and gallant show Of bright and broad spread wings Flinging a glory round them , as they keep Their course right onward through the unsounded deep . And where the far - off sand - bars lift Their backs ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 377 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
Sida 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.