Selections from the American Poets, 第 111 期Harper, 1840 - 316 頁 |
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... give the dead , Points out the soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands : The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . * His imaged birds and painted bowl ...
... give the dead , Points out the soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands : The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . * His imaged birds and painted bowl ...
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... give thee different names . Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant Polanta call ; the French , of course , Polante . E'en in thy native regions , how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks , while men ...
... give thee different names . Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant Polanta call ; the French , of course , Polante . E'en in thy native regions , how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks , while men ...
第 23 頁
... gives me to quaff The milk nutritious ; am I then a calf ? Or can the genius of the noisy swine , Though nursed on pudding , thence lay claim to mine ? Sure the sweet song I fashion to thy praise , Runs more melodious than the notes ...
... gives me to quaff The milk nutritious ; am I then a calf ? Or can the genius of the noisy swine , Though nursed on pudding , thence lay claim to mine ? Sure the sweet song I fashion to thy praise , Runs more melodious than the notes ...
第 24 頁
... give it sweetness and improve the taste . But place them all before me , smoking hot , The big , round dumpling , rolling from the pot ; The pudding of the bag , whose quivering breast , With suet lined , leads on the Yankee feast ; The ...
... give it sweetness and improve the taste . But place them all before me , smoking hot , The big , round dumpling , rolling from the pot ; The pudding of the bag , whose quivering breast , With suet lined , leads on the Yankee feast ; The ...
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... gives her bounties to the sons of toil . When now the ox , obedient to thy call , Repays the loan that fill'd the winter stall , Pursue his traces o'er the furrow'd plain , And plant in measured hills the golden grain . But when the ...
... gives her bounties to the sons of toil . When now the ox , obedient to thy call , Repays the loan that fill'd the winter stall , Pursue his traces o'er the furrow'd plain , And plant in measured hills the golden grain . But when the ...
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第 282 頁 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
第 202 頁 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
第 159 頁 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
第 281 頁 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
第 282 頁 - He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
第 86 頁 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
第 134 頁 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
第 97 頁 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
第 185 頁 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
第 90 頁 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...