Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - Всего страниц: 264 |
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... tones , Hovering or playing o'er the listener's head ; And , in mid - air , the sportive night - hawk , seen Flying awhile at random , uttering oft A cheerful cry , attended with a shake 22 SPRING IN NEW ENGLAND . Of level pinions , ( 21 )
... tones , Hovering or playing o'er the listener's head ; And , in mid - air , the sportive night - hawk , seen Flying awhile at random , uttering oft A cheerful cry , attended with a shake 22 SPRING IN NEW ENGLAND . Of level pinions , ( 21 )
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... seen , and then withdrawn . The Pilgrim exile , -sainted name ! The hill , whose icy brow Rejoiced when he came , in the morning's flame , In the morning's flame burns now . And the moon's cold light , as it lay that night On the hill ...
... seen , and then withdrawn . The Pilgrim exile , -sainted name ! The hill , whose icy brow Rejoiced when he came , in the morning's flame , In the morning's flame burns now . And the moon's cold light , as it lay that night On the hill ...
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... seen Such glorious trees . Hark , when their giant trunks Fall , how the firm earth groans ! Rememberest thou The mighty river , on whose breast we sail'd , So many days on towards the setting sun ? Our own Connecticut , compared to ...
... seen Such glorious trees . Hark , when their giant trunks Fall , how the firm earth groans ! Rememberest thou The mighty river , on whose breast we sail'd , So many days on towards the setting sun ? Our own Connecticut , compared to ...
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... seen , Nothing of beautiful ! Wild ragged trees , That look like felon spectres - fetid shrubs , That taint the gloomy atmosphere - dusk shades , That gather , half a cloud and half a fiend In aspect , lurking on the swamp's wild edge ...
... seen , Nothing of beautiful ! Wild ragged trees , That look like felon spectres - fetid shrubs , That taint the gloomy atmosphere - dusk shades , That gather , half a cloud and half a fiend In aspect , lurking on the swamp's wild edge ...
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... seen in a little ring That hangs in his cage , a Canary bird swing ; ) And she held to her bosom a budding bouquet , And as she enjoy'd it , she seem'd to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " Oh , how bright were the wheels that told ...
... seen in a little ring That hangs in his cage , a Canary bird swing ; ) And she held to her bosom a budding bouquet , And as she enjoy'd it , she seem'd to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " Oh , how bright were the wheels that told ...
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Стр. 161 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, 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. 147 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
Стр. 15 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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. 15 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Стр. 139 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Стр. 83 - 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. 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.
Стр. 147 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Стр. 15 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, 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. 73 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea. And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own.
Стр. 233 - My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. " They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.