Gems of Poetry, from Forty-eight American Poets: Embracing the Most Popular Authors. With PortraitsS. Andrus, 1848 - 252 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 16
... burn , And , as his springing steps advance , Catch war and vengeance from the glance And when the cannon - mouthings loud , Heave in wild wreaths the battle - shroud , And gory sabres rise and fall , Like shoots of flame on midnight's ...
... burn , And , as his springing steps advance , Catch war and vengeance from the glance And when the cannon - mouthings loud , Heave in wild wreaths the battle - shroud , And gory sabres rise and fall , Like shoots of flame on midnight's ...
الصفحة 25
... burning swung , Where before the altar hung , That proud banner which , with prayer , Had been consecrated there . And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while Sung low in the dim mysterious aisle . Take thy banner ! -may it wave ...
... burning swung , Where before the altar hung , That proud banner which , with prayer , Had been consecrated there . And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while Sung low in the dim mysterious aisle . Take thy banner ! -may it wave ...
الصفحة 44
... burning on her azure crown , Intense , and eloquently bright . Night , at its pulseless noon ! When the far voice of waters mourns in song , And some tired watch - dog , lazily and long , Barks at the melancholy moon . Hark ! how it ...
... burning on her azure crown , Intense , and eloquently bright . Night , at its pulseless noon ! When the far voice of waters mourns in song , And some tired watch - dog , lazily and long , Barks at the melancholy moon . Hark ! how it ...
الصفحة 56
... burning tears , And wasted hopes and severed ties Had spared my after years ! And she on whose pale brow , The damp and cold earth lies , Whose pure heart in its virgin glow Was mirrored in dark eyes ! Would I had faded soon with her ...
... burning tears , And wasted hopes and severed ties Had spared my after years ! And she on whose pale brow , The damp and cold earth lies , Whose pure heart in its virgin glow Was mirrored in dark eyes ! Would I had faded soon with her ...
الصفحة 65
... a hidden lyre . And is there none with me to share The glories of the earth and sky ? The eagle through the pathless air Is followed by one burning eye . 66 LINES , BY A LADY Ah no ! the 6 * From a Bachelor's Private Journal.
... a hidden lyre . And is there none with me to share The glories of the earth and sky ? The eagle through the pathless air Is followed by one burning eye . 66 LINES , BY A LADY Ah no ! the 6 * From a Bachelor's Private Journal.
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ALARIC Alloway Kirk beams beauty beneath bird bloom blue brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cheek clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams earth fading fair fear flowers gale gathered gazed gentle glory glow gone grave green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope hour leaf light lips look lyre Magnalia Christi Americana memory mermaid's hair mighty mighty music morning mountain mourn N. P. WILLIS night o'er ocean pale PARK BENJAMIN pinions poet's R. H. DANA roar roll rose round Scots wha hae sea-bird shade shine SHIP OF SALEM shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul SPECTRE SHIP spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest THANATOPSIS thee thine thou art thou wert thoughts throne thunder thundering bands thy dreaming torrent streaming tread voice wake wandering waves wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 43 - 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 93 - 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 42 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
الصفحة 37 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
الصفحة 11 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there ! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light, Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land...
الصفحة 198 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
الصفحة 235 - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow ; The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there. And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air. 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.
الصفحة 38 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
الصفحة 43 - 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 36 - Feel the too potent fervors : the tall maize Rolls up its long, green leaves ; the clover droops Its tender foliage, and declines its blooms. But far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills, With all their growth of woods, silent and stern, As if the scorching heat and dazzling light Were but an element they loved.