American Poems, 1625-1892: Selected and Edited, with Illustrative and Explanatory Notes and a BibliographyWalter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 頁 |
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... arm , His golden God in ' s purse , which was his charm . And last of all to act upon this stage , Leaning upon his staff came up Old - age . Under his arm a sheaf of wheat he bore , 40 An harvest of the best ; what needs he more ? In ...
... arm , His golden God in ' s purse , which was his charm . And last of all to act upon this stage , Leaning upon his staff came up Old - age . Under his arm a sheaf of wheat he bore , 40 An harvest of the best ; what needs he more ? In ...
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... arms of love 265 doth dearly them embrace , And fills their sprights with such delights and pleasures in his grace , As shall not fail nor yet grow stale through frequency of use ; 270 Nor do they fear Gods favour there to forfeit by ...
... arms of love 265 doth dearly them embrace , And fills their sprights with such delights and pleasures in his grace , As shall not fail nor yet grow stale through frequency of use ; 270 Nor do they fear Gods favour there to forfeit by ...
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... arms nor strength could touch . Who now must heale those wounds or stop that blood The Heathen made and drew into a flood ? Who i'st must pleade our Cause ? nor Trump nor Drum Nor Deputations ; these alass are dumb , And Cannot speake ...
... arms nor strength could touch . Who now must heale those wounds or stop that blood The Heathen made and drew into a flood ? Who i'st must pleade our Cause ? nor Trump nor Drum Nor Deputations ; these alass are dumb , And Cannot speake ...
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... Arms and Tyrian Scarlet shone , Engaging here , in Martial Order stood Fierce as Alcides or the Scythian God ; 40 Till thundring Mars no more the Sight could bear , Turn'd pale with Envy and let drop his Spear , And Fame , all flaming ...
... Arms and Tyrian Scarlet shone , Engaging here , in Martial Order stood Fierce as Alcides or the Scythian God ; 40 Till thundring Mars no more the Sight could bear , Turn'd pale with Envy and let drop his Spear , And Fame , all flaming ...
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... arms I ' m prest , 30 I'll hush my rising fears with love , And sink in slumber on thy Breast . Damon . The new - blown rose , whilst on its leaves Yet the bright scented dew - drop's found , Pleas'd on thy bosom whilst it heaves , 35 ...
... arms I ' m prest , 30 I'll hush my rising fears with love , And sink in slumber on thy Breast . Damon . The new - blown rose , whilst on its leaves Yet the bright scented dew - drop's found , Pleas'd on thy bosom whilst it heaves , 35 ...
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第 552 頁 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
第 503 頁 - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel ; ' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
第 373 頁 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
第 219 頁 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
第 460 頁 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding, 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.
第 536 頁 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
第 554 頁 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
第 234 頁 - Week in, week out, from morn till night. You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell. When the evening sun is low.
第 220 頁 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird" or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
第 177 頁 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.