The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical IntroductionCarey and Hart, 1842 - 468页 One of the most important American poetry anthologies of the nineteenth century, including the works of nearly every major and minor poet of the day, selected by Edgar Allan Poe's future literary executor, and rarely encountered in the correct first printing. Poets included are Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes, Bryant, Emerson, Jones Very, William Gilmore Simms, Christopher P. Cranch, Richard Henry Dana, and an impressive selection of female poets now mostly forgotten: Sigourney, Gould, Brooks, Mrs. Seba Smith, Hall, Embury, Ellett, Dinnies, Welby, Hooper, Davidson. |
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... deep The lands that yet in human prospect lie ! Does Cynthia , when to western skies arrived , Spend her moist beam upon the barren main , And ne'er illume with midnight splendour , she , The natives dancing on the lightsome green ...
... deep The lands that yet in human prospect lie ! Does Cynthia , when to western skies arrived , Spend her moist beam upon the barren main , And ne'er illume with midnight splendour , she , The natives dancing on the lightsome green ...
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... deep Oblivion's wave . Yet draw the thick , impervious veil O'er all the scenes of tasted wo ; Command each cypress shade to flee ; Between this toil - worn world and me Display thy curtain broad , and hide the realms be- low . III ...
... deep Oblivion's wave . Yet draw the thick , impervious veil O'er all the scenes of tasted wo ; Command each cypress shade to flee ; Between this toil - worn world and me Display thy curtain broad , and hide the realms be- low . III ...
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... deep each stream ; Shrill sung the leaves ; all ether sigh'd profound ; Pale tufts of purple topped the silver flame , And many - colour'd forms on evening breezes came . " Thin , twilight forms , attired in changing sheen Of plumes ...
... deep each stream ; Shrill sung the leaves ; all ether sigh'd profound ; Pale tufts of purple topped the silver flame , And many - colour'd forms on evening breezes came . " Thin , twilight forms , attired in changing sheen Of plumes ...
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... deep , solemn voice of rushing gales : The bands , admiring , saw the wondrous sight , And expectation trembled for the fight . At once the sounding clarion breathed alarms ; Wide from the forest burst the flash of arms ; Thick gleam'd ...
... deep , solemn voice of rushing gales : The bands , admiring , saw the wondrous sight , And expectation trembled for the fight . At once the sounding clarion breathed alarms ; Wide from the forest burst the flash of arms ; Thick gleam'd ...
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... deep in snow , And raging Boreas dries the shivering cow . Bless'd cow ! thy praise shall still my notes em- ploy , Great source of health , the only source of joy ; Mother of Egypt's god - but sure , for me , Were I to leave my God , I ...
... deep in snow , And raging Boreas dries the shivering cow . Bless'd cow ! thy praise shall still my notes em- ploy , Great source of health , the only source of joy ; Mother of Egypt's god - but sure , for me , Were I to leave my God , I ...
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第238页 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! 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.
第97页 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy 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.
第239页 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
第97页 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy 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 among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
第274页 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
第97页 - 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.
第89页 - 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.
第109页 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
第238页 - 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. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
第89页 - 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.