Selections from the American Poets, Выпуск 111Harper, 1840 - Всего страниц: 316 |
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... once more may be assign'd , Some newborn mansion for the immortal mind ! Farewell , sweet lake ; farewell , surrounding woods , To other groves , through midnight glooms , I stray , Beyond the mountains and beyond the floods , Beyond ...
... once more may be assign'd , Some newborn mansion for the immortal mind ! Farewell , sweet lake ; farewell , surrounding woods , To other groves , through midnight glooms , I stray , Beyond the mountains and beyond the floods , Beyond ...
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... once gone , no art recalls ! Away we haste to vaulted walls : Some future whim inverts the plain , And stars behold our bones again . Those teeth , dear girls - so much your care- ( With which no ivory can compare ) , Like these ( that once ...
... once gone , no art recalls ! Away we haste to vaulted walls : Some future whim inverts the plain , And stars behold our bones again . Those teeth , dear girls - so much your care- ( With which no ivory can compare ) , Like these ( that once ...
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... once more , The same ! I know thee by that yellow face , That strong complexion of true Indian race , Which time can never change , nor soil impair , Nor Alpine snows , nor Turkey's morbid air ; For endless years , through every mild ...
... once more , The same ! I know thee by that yellow face , That strong complexion of true Indian race , Which time can never change , nor soil impair , Nor Alpine snows , nor Turkey's morbid air ; For endless years , through every mild ...
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... once your infants and her own . Milk then with pudding I would always choose ; To this in future I confine my muse , Till she in haste some further hints unfold , Well for the young , nor useless to the old . First in your bowl the milk ...
... once your infants and her own . Milk then with pudding I would always choose ; To this in future I confine my muse , Till she in haste some further hints unfold , Well for the young , nor useless to the old . First in your bowl the milk ...
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... once to do his will , In all earth's ocean - severed climes , Those whose renown ye cannot kill ! D When all the brightest stars that burn At once are ROBERT C. SANDS . 37 The Dead of 1832.
... once to do his will , In all earth's ocean - severed climes , Those whose renown ye cannot kill ! D When all the brightest stars that burn At once are ROBERT C. SANDS . 37 The Dead of 1832.
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Ajalon amid art thou beam beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek clouds cold courser dark dead death deep dost dread dreams earth EARTH'S CHILDREN fair fear flowers forest frostwork gaze gentle Gibeon glorious glory glow grave green HADAD hand hast Hasty Pudding hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour leaves light lips living lonely look maize Miriam moon morning mountain muse night o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Piso red planet Mars rill round seraph shade shadows shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stamp'd stars stood storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tide tomb trees Twas vex'd voice wake wandering waters wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings woods young youth
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Стр. 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Стр. 202 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Стр. 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Стр. 281 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Стр. 282 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Стр. 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Стр. 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Стр. 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Стр. 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Стр. 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...