Poets of America: With Occasional NotesGeorge Barrell Cheever Andrus, 1849 - 405 頁 |
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... Wind . Summer Evening Lightning . To Seneca Lake . Spring . Mount Washington , N. H. To the Dying Year . The Captain . A Fragment . " They that seek me early , shall find me . " • A Son's Farewell to his Mother , & c . " Hushed is the ...
... Wind . Summer Evening Lightning . To Seneca Lake . Spring . Mount Washington , N. H. To the Dying Year . The Captain . A Fragment . " They that seek me early , shall find me . " • A Son's Farewell to his Mother , & c . " Hushed is the ...
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... Wind . The Grave of the Indian Chief . Escape from Winter . Bury me with my Fathers . Redemption On the Close of the Year . Saturday Afternoon . • Brainard . 254 Andrews Norton . 255 · • Bryant . 256 Longfellow . 257 Percival . 258 M ...
... Wind . The Grave of the Indian Chief . Escape from Winter . Bury me with my Fathers . Redemption On the Close of the Year . Saturday Afternoon . • Brainard . 254 Andrews Norton . 255 · • Bryant . 256 Longfellow . 257 Percival . 258 M ...
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... winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in , and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets CHEEVER'S POETS OF AMERICA . 19.
... winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in , and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets CHEEVER'S POETS OF AMERICA . 19.
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... wind , That stirs the stream in play , shall come to thee , Like one that loves thee , nor will let thee pass Ungreeted , and shall give its light embrace . The Death of Sin and the Life of Holiness . - Dana . Be warned ! Thou canst not ...
... wind , That stirs the stream in play , shall come to thee , Like one that loves thee , nor will let thee pass Ungreeted , and shall give its light embrace . The Death of Sin and the Life of Holiness . - Dana . Be warned ! Thou canst not ...
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... winds , and naked woods , and meadows brown and sere . Heap'd in the hollows of the grove , the wither'd leaves lie ... wind - flower and the violet , they perish'd long ago , And the wild - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ...
... winds , and naked woods , and meadows brown and sere . Heap'd in the hollows of the grove , the wither'd leaves lie ... wind - flower and the violet , they perish'd long ago , And the wild - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ...
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第 136 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. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns...
第 54 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 ? 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 136 頁 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between, The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green, and poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
第 149 頁 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why • Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised...
第 36 頁 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
第 150 頁 - Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this great universe.
第 35 頁 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
第 150 頁 - In music — thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of...
第 59 頁 - Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
第 149 頁 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.