Poetry of America: selections from one hundred American poets from 1776 to 1876. With an introductory review of colonial poetry, and some specimens of negro melody
G. Bell, 1878 - Всего страниц: 387
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Annabel Lee beauty bells beneath bird blow Bobolink Born Boston brave breast breath breeze bright brow chestnut rails cloud cold dark dead death deep door doth dream earth eyes fair fall fear fill'd fire flowers glory golden gone green growing hair hand hath head hear heard heart Heathen Chinee heaven hill hour Kettell kiss land leaves light lips living look look'd Lord lover Marblehead Maryland Michael Wigglesworth moon morning never Nevermore night o'er Old Brown old oaken bucket Osawatomie Brown pass'd peace Pioneers poems poets Rhoecus RICHARD HENRY DANA rose round seem'd shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars stood summer sweet Sweet oblivion tears tell thee thine thou thought tree turn'd Twas unto vex'd voice waves ween whip-poor-will wild wind wings
Стр. 58 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; /...,'..'. The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Стр. 125 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 126 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells' How it swells How it dwells On the Future; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Стр. 127 - In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Стр. 26 - 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.
Стр. 124 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Стр. 116 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Стр. 75 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Стр. 73 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...