The Poets of America, المجلد 1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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الصفحة 54
... fields of air he writes his name , And treads the chambers of the sky , He reads the stars , and grasps the flame That quivers round the Throne on high . In war renowned , in peace sublime , He moves in greatness and in grace ; His ...
... fields of air he writes his name , And treads the chambers of the sky , He reads the stars , and grasps the flame That quivers round the Throne on high . In war renowned , in peace sublime , He moves in greatness and in grace ; His ...
الصفحة 57
... field , I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure , The purest and sweetest that nature can yield . How ardent I seized it , with hands that were glowing , And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon , with the emblem ...
... field , I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure , The purest and sweetest that nature can yield . How ardent I seized it , with hands that were glowing , And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon , with the emblem ...
الصفحة 85
... field , And the gay company of reapers bind The bearded wheat in sheaves — then peals abroad The blackbird's merry chant . I love to hear , Bold plunderer , thy mellow burst of song Float from thy watch - place on the mossy tree Close ...
... field , And the gay company of reapers bind The bearded wheat in sheaves — then peals abroad The blackbird's merry chant . I love to hear , Bold plunderer , thy mellow burst of song Float from thy watch - place on the mossy tree Close ...
الصفحة 89
... fields , and hear , E'en at this hour , the noonday hardly past , ' The lulling insects of the summer's night ; To hear , where lately buzzing swarms were heard , A lonely bee long roving here and there To find a single flower , but all ...
... fields , and hear , E'en at this hour , the noonday hardly past , ' The lulling insects of the summer's night ; To hear , where lately buzzing swarms were heard , A lonely bee long roving here and there To find a single flower , but all ...
الصفحة 94
... fields , In blessed bands , or single , they are gone , Or by her brooks they stand , and sip the stream ; Or peering o'er it - vanity well feigned- In quaint approval seem to glow and nod At their reflected graces . Morn to meet , They ...
... fields , In blessed bands , or single , they are gone , Or by her brooks they stand , and sip the stream ; Or peering o'er it - vanity well feigned- In quaint approval seem to glow and nod At their reflected graces . Morn to meet , They ...
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ALARIC ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blue bosom bough bowers BOZZARIS breast breath breeze bright brow charm cheek cloud courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dark death deep dream earth elfin fading fair fairy float flowers forest gale gaze gems gentle glance gleam glorious glory glow golden Greece green GREEN RIVER grove hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour land leap light lonely lyre moonlight morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale passed Pindus purple rock rose round scene shade SHAKSPEARE ODE shine shore sigh silent moon silver sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swelling sylphs tear THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thoughts throne tone tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering water-sprites waters wave ween wild winds wing witch-hazel woods young
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الصفحة 57 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew_; THE BUCKET.
الصفحة 136 - 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. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
الصفحة 141 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
الصفحة 59 - 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 78 - 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 213 - 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...
الصفحة 103 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
الصفحة 104 - As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
الصفحة 112 - 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...
الصفحة 48 - To hear the tempest trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers...