The Poets and Poetry of AmericaRufus Wilmot Griswold Carey and Hart, 1845 - 476 من الصفحات One of the most important American poetry anthologies of the nineteenth century, including the works of nearly every major and minor poet of the day, selected by Edgar Allan Poe's future literary executor. Poets included are Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes, Bryant, Emerson, Jones Very, William Gilmore Simms, Christopher P. Cranch, Richard Henry Dana, and an impressive selection of female poets now mostly forgotten: Sigourney, Gould, Brooks, Mrs. Seba Smith, Hall, Embury, Ellett, Dinnies, Welby, Hooper, Davidson. |
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... thee , Glad joy shall sparkle in each trickling tear . Thy great example , too , shall fire my breast ; If Heaven permit , with thee , again I'll vie ; And all thy conduct well in mine express'd , Like thee I'll live , though I like thee ...
... thee , Glad joy shall sparkle in each trickling tear . Thy great example , too , shall fire my breast ; If Heaven permit , with thee , again I'll vie ; And all thy conduct well in mine express'd , Like thee I'll live , though I like thee ...
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... thee in Savoy ! Doom'd o'er the world through devious paths to roam , Each clime my country , and each house my home , My soul is soothed , my cares have found an end : I greet my long - lost , unforgotten friend . For thee through ...
... thee in Savoy ! Doom'd o'er the world through devious paths to roam , Each clime my country , and each house my home , My soul is soothed , my cares have found an end : I greet my long - lost , unforgotten friend . For thee through ...
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... thee at the midnight hour In bleak November's reign : " T was I the spell around thee cast , When thou didst hear the hollow blast In murmurs tell of pleasures past , That ne'er would come again : " And led thee , when the storm was o ...
... thee at the midnight hour In bleak November's reign : " T was I the spell around thee cast , When thou didst hear the hollow blast In murmurs tell of pleasures past , That ne'er would come again : " And led thee , when the storm was o ...
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... thee Many an eye with sorrow wet ; All our stricken hearts deplore thee ; Who , that knew thee , can forget ? Who forgot that thou hast spoken ? Who , thine eye , -that noble frame ? But that golden bowl is broken , In the greatness of ...
... thee Many an eye with sorrow wet ; All our stricken hearts deplore thee ; Who , that knew thee , can forget ? Who forgot that thou hast spoken ? Who , thine eye , -that noble frame ? But that golden bowl is broken , In the greatness of ...
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... thee . THE SPARKLING BOWL . THOU sparkling bowl ! thou sparkling bowl ! Though lips of bards thy brim may press , And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll , And song and dance thy power confess , I will not touch thee ; for there clings A ...
... thee . THE SPARKLING BOWL . THOU sparkling bowl ! thou sparkling bowl ! Though lips of bards thy brim may press , And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll , And song and dance thy power confess , I will not touch thee ; for there clings A ...
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الصفحة 125 - 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 133 - Whither, 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 294 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
الصفحة 236 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
الصفحة 342 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
الصفحة 125 - 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.
الصفحة 134 - 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 ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
الصفحة 134 - 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 471 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
الصفحة 384 - In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...