Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة ix
... W. " Good bye , Proud World , " 176 . FRENEAU , PHILIP . The Dying Indian , 16 . GALLAGHER , WILLIAM D. August , 63 ; The Labourer , 97 . GARRISON , WILLIAM LLOYD . The Free Mind , 255 . GOODRICH , SAMUEL G. Lake ... HENRY W. A ( 9 )
... W. " Good bye , Proud World , " 176 . FRENEAU , PHILIP . The Dying Indian , 16 . GALLAGHER , WILLIAM D. August , 63 ; The Labourer , 97 . GARRISON , WILLIAM LLOYD . The Free Mind , 255 . GOODRICH , SAMUEL G. Lake ... HENRY W. A ( 9 )
الصفحة x
Rufus Wilmot Griswold. X LIST OF AUTHORS . LONGFELLOW , HENRY W. A Psalm of Life , 19 ; Footsteps of Angels , 62 ; The Village Blacksmith , 81 ; Excelsior , 139 ; The Goblet of Life , 180 ; Endymion , 188 ; To the River Charles , 195 ...
Rufus Wilmot Griswold. X LIST OF AUTHORS . LONGFELLOW , HENRY W. A Psalm of Life , 19 ; Footsteps of Angels , 62 ; The Village Blacksmith , 81 ; Excelsior , 139 ; The Goblet of Life , 180 ; Endymion , 188 ; To the River Charles , 195 ...
الصفحة 19
... HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . 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 ...
... HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . 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 ...
الصفحة 81
... HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith , a mighty man is he , With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands , 82 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH ...
... HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith , a mighty man is he , With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands , 82 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH ...
الصفحة 139
... HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . THE shades of night were falling fast , As through an Alpine village pass'd A youth , who bore , mid snow and ice , A banner , with the strange device , Excelsior ! His brow was sad : his eye beneath Flash'd like a ...
... HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . THE shades of night were falling fast , As through an Alpine village pass'd A youth , who bore , mid snow and ice , A banner , with the strange device , Excelsior ! His brow was sad : his eye beneath Flash'd like a ...
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ALBERT PIKE ALNWICK CASTLE amid art Napoleon beauty beneath bird blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow CARLOS WILCOX cheek cloud dark dead death deep dost dream earth Excelsior fair FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers forest gale gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow grave GRAY FOREST-EAGLE green groves hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY W hills hour lake land leaves life's light living lone look look'd mighty morning mountain N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean pale pass pass'd pinions prayer R. H. DANA rest rock round SENECA LAKE shade shore silent sleep slumbers smile song soul spirit spring stars storm stream sweep sweet swell tears thee thine Thou art thou hast thought tone tree twilight URSA MAJOR voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON waters waves weary whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wing wither'd woods youth
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الصفحة 161 - TO A WATERFOWL 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 147 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
الصفحة 15 - 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 15 - 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 139 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
الصفحة 83 - 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.
الصفحة 147 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
الصفحة 15 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, 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 73 - 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 wave his own.
الصفحة 233 - My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. " They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.