The Legendary, Consisting of Original Pieces, Principally Illustrative of American History, Scenery, and Manners, Том 2Nathaniel Parker Willis S. G. Goodrich, 1828 |
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... o'er plain and mountain , O'er sleepless seas of grass whose waves are flowers , The rivers golden shores , The forests of dark pines . VOL . II . 1 The song of the wild bird is on the wind The Field of the Grounded Arms, Saratoga-By ...
... o'er plain and mountain , O'er sleepless seas of grass whose waves are flowers , The rivers golden shores , The forests of dark pines . VOL . II . 1 The song of the wild bird is on the wind The Field of the Grounded Arms, Saratoga-By ...
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... o'er the invader's march , On raven - wings ; hushing the song of Fame , And Glory's hues of beauty Fade from the cheek of Death . A foe is heard in every rustling leaf , A fortress seen in every rock and tree ; The veteran eye of art ...
... o'er the invader's march , On raven - wings ; hushing the song of Fame , And Glory's hues of beauty Fade from the cheek of Death . A foe is heard in every rustling leaf , A fortress seen in every rock and tree ; The veteran eye of art ...
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... o'er his eyelash , as if woe Bore heavily on his spirit . He was one To win you from your ordinary moods To pause and contemplate . He had a soul Delicate as perception , and a mind Brilliant as meteors , but as erring too . He loved ...
... o'er his eyelash , as if woe Bore heavily on his spirit . He was one To win you from your ordinary moods To pause and contemplate . He had a soul Delicate as perception , and a mind Brilliant as meteors , but as erring too . He loved ...
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... o'er her polished shoulders , and wild eyes Glanced through bewitching lashes . She was all That Helen might have been in rosy youth , Fresh from the babbling fountain . She was all That would bewilder Antony again To sacrifice ambition ...
... o'er her polished shoulders , and wild eyes Glanced through bewitching lashes . She was all That Helen might have been in rosy youth , Fresh from the babbling fountain . She was all That would bewilder Antony again To sacrifice ambition ...
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... the humming - bird Stole out , like Eolian music heard ? When the glancing leaves of the forest trees , Were whispering gladness to sun and breeze ? Were there hopes that swept o'er thy spirit then , Musings To Rosabelle-By WILLIS G CLARK ...
... the humming - bird Stole out , like Eolian music heard ? When the glancing leaves of the forest trees , Were whispering gladness to sun and breeze ? Were there hopes that swept o'er thy spirit then , Musings To Rosabelle-By WILLIS G CLARK ...
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Стр. 106 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife...
Стр. 105 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind, — Mighty 'Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 106 - Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A presence which is not to be put by...
Стр. 4 - He battles heart and arm, his own blue sky Above him, and his own green land around, Land of his father's grave, His blessing and his prayers, Land where he learned to lisp a mother's name, The first beloved in life, the last forgot, Land of his frolic youth, Land of his bridal eve, Land of his children — vain your columned strength, Invaders ! vain your battles' steel and fire ! Choose ye the morrow's doom — A prison or a grave.
Стр. 105 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 182 - Sings cheerfully to itself; rhy musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes...
Стр. 182 - ... cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes listening to the faster fall Of the large drops, or rising with the stir Of an unbidden thought, have walk'd awhile, With the slow steps of indolence, my room, And then sat down composedly again To my quaint book of olden poetry. It is a kind of idleness, I know ; And I am said to be an idle man — And it...
Стр. 3 - ... hearts And hopes as dead and cold, A gallant army formed their last array Upon that field, in silence and deep gloom, And at their conqueror's feet Laid their war-weapons down. Sullen and stern, disarmed but not dishonored ; Brave men, but brave in vain, they yielded there : The soldier's trial-task Is not alone