The Poets of America, المجلد 1John Keese S. Colman, 1840 |
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الصفحة 76
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Æsop ALARIC ALNWICK CASTLE beam beauty bending beneath bird blessed bands blue boon of Love boughs BOZZARIS breast breath breeze bright brow bucket charm cheek cloud coursers crimson CULPRIT FAY dark dash dead death deep dream earth fading fair fairy fame float flowers forest gale gaze gentle glory Glory's glow golden Greece green grove hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour JAMESTOWN land leaf light lingering lonely Look aloft moon morning N. P. WILLIS night o'er old oaken bucket pale Pebble purple R. H. DANA RED RIDING HOOD rock rose round RUKAY scene shade SHAKSPEARE ODE shore sigh silent sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet swelling tear THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thoughts thundering bands tree Twas VISIGOTH VISIT FROM ST voice wandering wave 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...
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Poets of America, المجلد 1 The Poets of America, John Gadsby Chapman |
| المُحرر | John Keese |
| قام بالرسوم التوضيحية | John Gadsby Chapman, William H. Croome |
| الناشر | S. Colman, 1840 |
| أصلي من | جامعة ميتشيغان |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 20 تموز (يوليو) 2011 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |