American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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第 11 頁
... wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream ...
... wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream ...
第 12 頁
... wings , yet moves not ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas , and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ...
... wings , yet moves not ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas , and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ...
第 16 頁
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
第 19 頁
... wing in vain , To ' scape your wrath ; ye seize and dash them dead . Against the earth ye drive the roaring rain ; The harvest - field becomes a river's bed ; And torrents tumble from the hills around , Plains turn to lakes , and ...
... wing in vain , To ' scape your wrath ; ye seize and dash them dead . Against the earth ye drive the roaring rain ; The harvest - field becomes a river's bed ; And torrents tumble from the hills around , Plains turn to lakes , and ...
第 20 頁
... wings , And pile the wreck of navies round the bay . Why rage ye thus ? —No strife for liberty Has made you mad ; no tyrant , strong through fear , Has chained your pinions , till ye wrenched them free , And rushed into the unmeasured ...
... wings , And pile the wreck of navies round the bay . Why rage ye thus ? —No strife for liberty Has made you mad ; no tyrant , strong through fear , Has chained your pinions , till ye wrenched them free , And rushed into the unmeasured ...
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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...