The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyCarey and Hart, 1850 - 529 頁 A selection of American poetry written between the country's founding and the mid-19th century. Each poet's selections are preceded by a brief biographical and critical sketch. |
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第 45 頁
... wild his pondering eye appals , Where silence swims along the moulder'd walls , And broods upon departed Grandeur's tomb , Through the lone , hollow aisles , sad Echo calls At each slow step ; deep sighs the breathing gloom , And ...
... wild his pondering eye appals , Where silence swims along the moulder'd walls , And broods upon departed Grandeur's tomb , Through the lone , hollow aisles , sad Echo calls At each slow step ; deep sighs the breathing gloom , And ...
第 51 頁
... wilds admire the passing sails , Where the bold ships the stormy Huron brave , Where wild Ontario rolls the whitening wave , Where fair Ohio his pure current pours , And Mississippi laves the extended shores . And thou Supreme ! whose ...
... wilds admire the passing sails , Where the bold ships the stormy Huron brave , Where wild Ontario rolls the whitening wave , Where fair Ohio his pure current pours , And Mississippi laves the extended shores . And thou Supreme ! whose ...
第 63 頁
... wild - flower to thy wreath conveys ; Pleased , if permitted round thy name to bloom , To boast one effort rescued from the tomb . While this delirious age enchanted seems With hectic Fancy's desultory dreams ; While wearing fast away ...
... wild - flower to thy wreath conveys ; Pleased , if permitted round thy name to bloom , To boast one effort rescued from the tomb . While this delirious age enchanted seems With hectic Fancy's desultory dreams ; While wearing fast away ...
第 64 頁
... wild mountain's awful form , We hear thy spirit chanting to the storm , Of battling chiefs , and armies laid in gore , We e rage , we sigh , we wonder , and adore . Thus Rome with Greece in rival splendour shone , But claim'd immortal ...
... wild mountain's awful form , We hear thy spirit chanting to the storm , Of battling chiefs , and armies laid in gore , We e rage , we sigh , we wonder , and adore . Thus Rome with Greece in rival splendour shone , But claim'd immortal ...
第 67 頁
... wild defeat , Fled to the mountains , to entrench retreat ..... Illustrious MOORE , by foe and famine press'd , Yet by each soldier's proud affection bless'd , Unawed by numbers , saw the impending host , With front extending , lengthen ...
... wild defeat , Fled to the mountains , to entrench retreat ..... Illustrious MOORE , by foe and famine press'd , Yet by each soldier's proud affection bless'd , Unawed by numbers , saw the impending host , With front extending , lengthen ...
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第 167 頁 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, 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 158 頁 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
第 361 頁 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
第 315 頁 - 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 311 頁 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain!
第 158 頁 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
第 415 頁 - Ah! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
第 416 頁 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
第 158 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.
第 411 頁 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?