Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...1829 |
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... opening of the New York Theatre , 185 • 186 Prologue on the opening of the Philadelphia Theatre , 188 Shakspeare Ode , 190 To my Cigar , The Winged Worshippers , 194 196 Art , 197 PAGE . JOHN G. C. BRAINARD , The Falls of CONTENTS .
... opening of the New York Theatre , 185 • 186 Prologue on the opening of the Philadelphia Theatre , 188 Shakspeare Ode , 190 To my Cigar , The Winged Worshippers , 194 196 Art , 197 PAGE . JOHN G. C. BRAINARD , The Falls of CONTENTS .
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Specimens of American Poetry... PAGE . JOHN G. C. BRAINARD , The Falls of Niagara , Epithalamium , On a late Loss , Colonization Society , The Captain , The Deep , 198 203 : 203 204 204 205 206 The Indian Summer , 206 The Two Comets ...
Specimens of American Poetry... PAGE . JOHN G. C. BRAINARD , The Falls of Niagara , Epithalamium , On a late Loss , Colonization Society , The Captain , The Deep , 198 203 : 203 204 204 205 206 The Indian Summer , 206 The Two Comets ...
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... Falls of the Housatonick , JAMES O. ROCKWELL , To the Ice Mountain , MILTON WARD , The Lyre , GEORGE LUNT , The Grave of Byron , MARY E. BROOKS , 335 336 337 339 · 339 340 340 341 342 347 Romance , 347 Psalm CXXXVII , 350 GEORGE P ...
... Falls of the Housatonick , JAMES O. ROCKWELL , To the Ice Mountain , MILTON WARD , The Lyre , GEORGE LUNT , The Grave of Byron , MARY E. BROOKS , 335 336 337 339 · 339 340 340 341 342 347 Romance , 347 Psalm CXXXVII , 350 GEORGE P ...
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... fall upon the ear ; A quiet look is in each face , Subdued and holy fear : Each motion's gentle ; all is kindly done- Come , listen , how from crime this isle was won . Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee Held in this isle ...
... fall upon the ear ; A quiet look is in each face , Subdued and holy fear : Each motion's gentle ; all is kindly done- Come , listen , how from crime this isle was won . Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee Held in this isle ...
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... fall , calm - coming sun , Thy warm and silent ray ? The good are in their graves ; thou canst not cheer Their dark , cold mansions . Sin alone is here . " The deed ' s complete ! The gold is ours ! There , wash away that bloody stain ...
... fall , calm - coming sun , Thy warm and silent ray ? The good are in their graves ; thou canst not cheer Their dark , cold mansions . Sin alone is here . " The deed ' s complete ! The gold is ours ! There , wash away that bloody stain ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Absalom Alnwick Castle amid banner Battle of Niagara beams beauty beneath bird bloom blue bosom Boston bowers breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds cold Connecticut dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fear feel flame float flowers gaze gentle George Whitefield glorious glory glow grave green hath heart heaven hill hour Isaiah Thomas Joel Barlow land life's light lips lone look lyre Meina morning mountain Nassau Hall neath night numbers o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Phi Beta Kappa Philadelphia Pindaric poem poetry prayer proud rest rills rose round seem'd shade shine shore sigh skies sleep slumbering smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stream summer sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb tree vale voice wake waters wave wild wind wings woods Yale College young youth Zophiel
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الصفحة 143 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
الصفحة 142 - 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.
الصفحة 144 - 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.
الصفحة 82 - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
الصفحة 256 - Alas! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom...
الصفحة 143 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
الصفحة 171 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine; And thou art terrible — the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
الصفحة 355 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels ; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
الصفحة 377 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
الصفحة 40 - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow : The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air.