Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices. In Three Volumes, المجلد 3S.G. Goodrich and Company, 1829 |
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... Woods , 152 The Close of Autumn , 154 SAMUEL WEBBER , 155 Logan , 155 LEVI FRISBIE , 159 Morning Hymn , 159 Evening Hymn , 160 Dream , 161 MRS LITTLE , 162 Thanksgiving , 162 FITZ - GREENE HALLECK , 167 Alnwick Castle , 169 Marco ...
... Woods , 152 The Close of Autumn , 154 SAMUEL WEBBER , 155 Logan , 155 LEVI FRISBIE , 159 Morning Hymn , 159 Evening Hymn , 160 Dream , 161 MRS LITTLE , 162 Thanksgiving , 162 FITZ - GREENE HALLECK , 167 Alnwick Castle , 169 Marco ...
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... woods , he delighted to call up around him those representations that corresponded with the realities of which he had read , or with the archetype of them existing in his own mind . He could feign to himself in perfect keeping , and in ...
... woods , he delighted to call up around him those representations that corresponded with the realities of which he had read , or with the archetype of them existing in his own mind . He could feign to himself in perfect keeping , and in ...
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... woods are ready to bud and bloom , And are weaving for Summer their quiet gloom ; The turfed brook reflects , as it flows , The tips of the half - unopen'd rose , And the early bird , as he carols free , Sings to his little love , and ...
... woods are ready to bud and bloom , And are weaving for Summer their quiet gloom ; The turfed brook reflects , as it flows , The tips of the half - unopen'd rose , And the early bird , as he carols free , Sings to his little love , and ...
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... wood To piles , that once were loudly eloquent With the glad cry of thousands . There were gardens Round stateliest villas , full of graceful statues , And temples rear'd to woodland deities ; And they were overcrowded with the excess ...
... wood To piles , that once were loudly eloquent With the glad cry of thousands . There were gardens Round stateliest villas , full of graceful statues , And temples rear'd to woodland deities ; And they were overcrowded with the excess ...
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... wood - dove dost thou dwell , And murmuring in the stranger's ear , Thy tender melancholy tell ? Whoe'er thou be , thy sad remains Shall from the muse a tear demand , Who , wandering on these distant plains , Looks fondly to a distant ...
... wood - dove dost thou dwell , And murmuring in the stranger's ear , Thy tender melancholy tell ? Whoe'er thou be , thy sad remains Shall from the muse a tear demand , Who , wandering on these distant plains , Looks fondly to a distant ...
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Absalom Alnwick Castle amid banner Battle of Niagara beams beauty beneath bird bloom blue bosom Boston bowers breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek clouds cold Connecticut dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fear feeling flame float flowers gaze gentle glorious glory glow grave Greece green hath heart heaven hill hour Joel Barlow land life's light lips lone look look'd lyre Meina morning mountain neath night numbers o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Phi Beta Kappa Philadelphia poem poetry prayer proud rest rills rose round Samuel Webber seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent 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 wood Yale College York young youth Zophiel
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الصفحة 143 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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 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 40 - There with its waving blade of green. The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter: There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral Sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms.
الصفحة 153 - And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast...
الصفحة 172 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by...
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 142 - 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...
الصفحة 371 - Several Poems compiled with great variety of Wit and Learning, full of Delight...
الصفحة 175 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
الصفحة 237 - Take thy banner ! But when night Closes round the ghastly fight, If the vanquished warrior bow, Spare him ! By our holy vow, By our prayers and many tears, By the mercy that endears, Spare him ! he our love hath shared ! Spare him ! as thou wouldst be spared ! "Take thy banner ! and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee.