The Poets of the West: A Selection of Favourite American Poems, with Memoirs of Their AuthorsS. Low, Son & Company, 1860 - 127页 |
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ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE beauty bells born Boston breast breath bright cheek dark death dream drear early earth England Excelsior eyes F. O. C. DARLEY fair father Firm-united flame flowers forest FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD gaze gentle glad glides glory glow green HAIL Harvard College heart heaven HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HUSBAND'S AND WIFE'S J. H. HILL JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE journals Labour light literary pursuits living lonely look LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY married Massachusetts MAUD MULLER MEMOIRS moon morning mother night o'er Osgood poems published resided ringing rock roll round SIGOURNEY Singing Leaves skies smile snows SONG OF MARION'S soul sound spring stream summer SWEET HOME tear thee There's thine thou art thought tree various magazines village VISIT FROM ST visited Europe voice WIFE'S GRAVE WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wing WOODMAN wrote York young
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第20页 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave a lustre of midday 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.
第78页 - 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. 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...
第102页 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they screa,m out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
第74页 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
第21页 - 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.
第41页 - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink ; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
第67页 - When but an idle boy, I sought its 'grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand, — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand!
第91页 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
第74页 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
第38页 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.