Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory RemarksW.F. Wakeman, 1834 - 357 من الصفحات |
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... pure sphere , And read of heaven's eternal year ... Oh ! when , amid the throng of men , The heart grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us , then , Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure breast , For seats of ...
... pure sphere , And read of heaven's eternal year ... Oh ! when , amid the throng of men , The heart grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us , then , Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure breast , For seats of ...
الصفحة 18
... pure , ample sky , And clouds along the blue abysses rolled ; To love the song of waters , and to hear The melody of winds with charmed ear . Here I have ' scaped the city's stifling heat , Its horrid sounds , and its polluted air ; And ...
... pure , ample sky , And clouds along the blue abysses rolled ; To love the song of waters , and to hear The melody of winds with charmed ear . Here I have ' scaped the city's stifling heat , Its horrid sounds , and its polluted air ; And ...
الصفحة 27
... pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and thick the bending ranks Of herbs that line thy oozy banks ; The violet there , in soft May dew , Comes up , as modest and as blue ; As green , amid thy ...
... pure thy limpid waters run , As bright they sparkle to the sun ; As fresh and thick the bending ranks Of herbs that line thy oozy banks ; The violet there , in soft May dew , Comes up , as modest and as blue ; As green , amid thy ...
الصفحة 42
... pure its waters -- its shallows are bright With coloured pebbles and sparkles of light- And clear the depths where its eddies play , And dimples deepen and whirl away ; And the plane - tree's speckled arms o'ershoot The swifter current ...
... pure its waters -- its shallows are bright With coloured pebbles and sparkles of light- And clear the depths where its eddies play , And dimples deepen and whirl away ; And the plane - tree's speckled arms o'ershoot The swifter current ...
الصفحة 79
... pure . And holy hour like this , save sharp remorse , Of ills and pains of life must be the cure , And breathe in kindred calm , and teach thee to endure . " I feel its calm . But there's a sombrous hue DANA . 79 62 Daybreak.
... pure . And holy hour like this , save sharp remorse , Of ills and pains of life must be the cure , And breathe in kindred calm , and teach thee to endure . " I feel its calm . But there's a sombrous hue DANA . 79 62 Daybreak.
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Alaric amid April snow beams beauty bend beneath bird bloom blue bosom bounding high bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clouds cold dark dead death deep dread dream earth fair fear flow flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glory glow golden golden sun grave green grer Hadad HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath hear heart heaven hills JAMES G land leaves light lips living lonely look maize Maquon morning mother mountain neath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pale peace rills rock rose round scene shade shalt shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sunny sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thou art thought throne tide tomb tree Twas twill vale voice wake waters wave WEEHAWKEN wild wind wing winglets woods
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الصفحة xxii - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
الصفحة xxii - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care . Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة xxiii - 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.
الصفحة 82 - 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, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful Spirit of storms, Has made the top of the waves his own...
الصفحة xxii - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
الصفحة xx - 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 xxiv - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
الصفحة 146 - THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue...
الصفحة 192 - When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power: In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
الصفحة 226 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.