Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... hath ; Ye fear the Unseen One , ever near , Walking his ocean path . From out the silent void there comes a cry- " Vengeance is mine ! Lost man , thy doom is nigh ! Nor dread of ever - during wo , Nor the sea's awful solitude , Can make ...
... hath ; Ye fear the Unseen One , ever near , Walking his ocean path . From out the silent void there comes a cry- " Vengeance is mine ! Lost man , thy doom is nigh ! Nor dread of ever - during wo , Nor the sea's awful solitude , Can make ...
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... hath broke the world's sweet peace - unstrung The harmonious chords to which the angels sung . In thick , dark nights he ' d take his seat High up the cliffs , and feel them shake , As swung the sea with heavy beat Below - and hear it ...
... hath broke the world's sweet peace - unstrung The harmonious chords to which the angels sung . In thick , dark nights he ' d take his seat High up the cliffs , and feel them shake , As swung the sea with heavy beat Below - and hear it ...
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... hath , Are pour'd from her full , o'erflowing horn , When the rose of enjoyment conceals no thorn , In her lightness of heart , to the cheery song The maiden may trip in the dance along , And think of the passing moment , that lies Like ...
... hath , Are pour'd from her full , o'erflowing horn , When the rose of enjoyment conceals no thorn , In her lightness of heart , to the cheery song The maiden may trip in the dance along , And think of the passing moment , that lies Like ...
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... hath heap'd its snows Round her in unstain'd purity . O'er her fair features gently hung The morning's thin transparent cloud ; While round her breast was rudely flung The vapors ' denser , darker shroud . But near the " Silver Peak ...
... hath heap'd its snows Round her in unstain'd purity . O'er her fair features gently hung The morning's thin transparent cloud ; While round her breast was rudely flung The vapors ' denser , darker shroud . But near the " Silver Peak ...
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... hath spread a light serene ; While round her throne the fairy race Are floating in unearthly sheen . Some hearken'd to their mistress ' call ; Some sported ' mid the heaps of snow ; Some glided with the waterfall ; Some sat above its ...
... hath spread a light serene ; While round her throne the fairy race Are floating in unearthly sheen . Some hearken'd to their mistress ' call ; Some sported ' mid the heaps of snow ; Some glided with the waterfall ; Some sat above its ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 377 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
Стр. 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.