The Little Book of American Poets, 1787-1900Jessie Belle Rittenhouse Houghton Mifflin, 1915 - 306 strani |
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Stran 7
... sweet for our country to die ! How softly re- poses Warrior youth on his bier , wet by the tears of his love , Wet by a mother's warm tears . They crown him with garlands of roses , Weep , and then joyously turn , bright where he tri ...
... sweet for our country to die ! How softly re- poses Warrior youth on his bier , wet by the tears of his love , Wet by a mother's warm tears . They crown him with garlands of roses , Weep , and then joyously turn , bright where he tri ...
Stran 8
... sweet music to hear . James Gates Percival . ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE GREEN be the turf above thee , Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . MY CHILD Tears fell , when thou ...
... sweet music to hear . James Gates Percival . ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE GREEN be the turf above thee , Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee , Nor named thee but to praise . MY CHILD Tears fell , when thou ...
Stran 24
... sweet strains or pensive smiles : Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be . Why should the vest on him allure , Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias ...
... sweet strains or pensive smiles : Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be . Why should the vest on him allure , Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias ...
Stran 30
... sweet By self - devotion and by self - restraint , Whose pleasure is to run without complaint On unknown errands of the Paraclete , Wanting the reverence of unshodden feet , Fail of the nimbus which the artists paint Around the shining ...
... sweet By self - devotion and by self - restraint , Whose pleasure is to run without complaint On unknown errands of the Paraclete , Wanting the reverence of unshodden feet , Fail of the nimbus which the artists paint Around the shining ...
Stran 32
... sweet old song , It flutters and murmurs still : “ A boy's will is the wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . ” I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school - boy's brain ; The song and the ...
... sweet old song , It flutters and murmurs still : “ A boy's will is the wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . ” I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school - boy's brain ; The song and the ...
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barefoot boy beauty bird blew blossoms blow blue Blynken brave breath bright brow cloud cold dark dead dear death dream earth Edward Rowland Sill eternal eyes face fair fall feet flowers forever glory grass grave gray green grow hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill House of Pain Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly John Greenleaf Whittier kiss land leaves life's light lips little lamb live loud Maryland moon morning never night o'er pain peace pine Poems Ralph Waldo Emerson Richard Watson Gilder rose round sail shine ships shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou art thoughts of youth tread veery voice wait walk waves William Vaughn Moody wind wings wonder woods word youth are long
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Stran 13 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Stran 112 - Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Stran 17 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which 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.
Stran 95 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: " As ye deal with my contemners so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with hia heel, Since God...
Stran 5 - 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...
Stran 55 - I hear a voice that sings ;Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low- vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Stran 56 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, 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.
Stran 45 - For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides ! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy...
Stran 75 - And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait, Safe in himself as in a fate.
Stran 112 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.