American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... hand . But , when the spring opens , we then take the hoe , And make the ground ready to plant and to sow . Our corn being planted and seed being sown , The worms destroy much before it is grown ; 1 Written towards 1630 ; the oldest ...
... hand . But , when the spring opens , we then take the hoe , And make the ground ready to plant and to sow . Our corn being planted and seed being sown , The worms destroy much before it is grown ; 1 Written towards 1630 ; the oldest ...
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... set to be eradicate , And buds new - blown to have so short a date , Is by His hand alone that Nature guides , and Fate . TO HER HUSBAND : WRITTEN IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH ANNE BRADSTREET . 3 ANNE BRADSTREET- Elegy on a Grandchild.
... set to be eradicate , And buds new - blown to have so short a date , Is by His hand alone that Nature guides , and Fate . TO HER HUSBAND : WRITTEN IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH ANNE BRADSTREET . 3 ANNE BRADSTREET- Elegy on a Grandchild.
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... hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant swells , and sown their slopes With herbage , planted them with island groves , And hedged them round with forests . Fitting floor For this magnificent temple of the ...
... hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant swells , and sown their slopes With herbage , planted them with island groves , And hedged them round with forests . Fitting floor For this magnificent temple of the ...
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... hand Grasps the broad shield , and one the sword : thy brow Glorious in beauty though it be , is scarred With tokens of old wars ; thy massive limbs Are strong and struggling . Power at thee has launched His bolts , and with his ...
... hand Grasps the broad shield , and one the sword : thy brow Glorious in beauty though it be , is scarred With tokens of old wars ; thy massive limbs Are strong and struggling . Power at thee has launched His bolts , and with his ...
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... hand , To pierce the victim , should he strive to rise . Yet Oh , when that wronged spirit of our race Shall break , as soon he must , his long - worn chains , And leap in freedom from his prison - place , Lord of his ancient hills and ...
... hand , To pierce the victim , should he strive to rise . Yet Oh , when that wronged spirit of our race Shall break , as soon he must , his long - worn chains , And leap in freedom from his prison - place , Lord of his ancient hills and ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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第 10 頁 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
第 204 頁 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
第 281 頁 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
第 226 頁 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
第 15 頁 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
第 203 頁 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
第 223 頁 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
第 16 頁 - 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.
第 323 頁 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
第 216 頁 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...