The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyA. Hart, 1852 - 550 sidor |
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... fall of the Peruvian and Mexican empires ; the colonization of New - England by the Puritans ; the witchcraft delusion ; the persecution of the Quakers and Baptists ; the rise and fall of the French dominion in the Canadas ; the ...
... fall of the Peruvian and Mexican empires ; the colonization of New - England by the Puritans ; the witchcraft delusion ; the persecution of the Quakers and Baptists ; the rise and fall of the French dominion in the Canadas ; the ...
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... Fall of Niagara . Ou the Death of a Friend Epithalamium ....... To the Dead ............. The Deep ..... Mr. Merry's Lament for " Long Tom " , Indian Summer .. " The dead Leaves strew the Forest Walk " . The Storm of War ...... Hymn to ...
... Fall of Niagara . Ou the Death of a Friend Epithalamium ....... To the Dead ............. The Deep ..... Mr. Merry's Lament for " Long Tom " , Indian Summer .. " The dead Leaves strew the Forest Walk " . The Storm of War ...... Hymn to ...
Sida xviii
... fall , And deem yourselves advanced to be her pedestal . Should all with lowly congees laurels bring , Waste Flora's magazine to find a wreath , Or Pineus ' banks , ' t were too mean offering ; Your muse a fairer garland doth bequeath ...
... fall , And deem yourselves advanced to be her pedestal . Should all with lowly congees laurels bring , Waste Flora's magazine to find a wreath , Or Pineus ' banks , ' t were too mean offering ; Your muse a fairer garland doth bequeath ...
Sida xxviii
... fall of Ilion's towers , And we not mourn the sudden ruin of ours ? See York on fire - while , borne by winds , each flame Projects its glowing sheet o'er half the main , The affrighted savage , yelling with amaze , From Alleghany sees ...
... fall of Ilion's towers , And we not mourn the sudden ruin of ours ? See York on fire - while , borne by winds , each flame Projects its glowing sheet o'er half the main , The affrighted savage , yelling with amaze , From Alleghany sees ...
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... fall , and ask a tear : " Tis not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's wo ; The flaming town , the wasted field ; Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear ...
... fall , and ask a tear : " Tis not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear . They saw their injured country's wo ; The flaming town , the wasted field ; Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear ...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century ... Rufus Wilmot Griswold Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1853 |
The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1851 |
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Sida 168 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ! Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Sida 319 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Sida 364 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Sida 168 - At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Sida 420 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Sida 160 - 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 419 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Sida 320 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Sida 319 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Sida 190 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.