American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 strani |
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... Twas the night before Christmas , when all through the house Not a creature was stirring , not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care , In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there ; The children were nestled ...
... Twas the night before Christmas , when all through the house Not a creature was stirring , not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care , In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there ; The children were nestled ...
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... Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot ; There , woodman , let it stand , Thy ax shall harm it not . That old familiar tree , Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman ...
... Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot ; There , woodman , let it stand , Thy ax shall harm it not . That old familiar tree , Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman ...
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... Twas near the twilight tide , And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride . Along walked she ; but , viewlessly , Walked spirits at her side . Peace charmed the street beneath her feet And Honor charmed the air ; And all astir ...
... Twas near the twilight tide , And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride . Along walked she ; but , viewlessly , Walked spirits at her side . Peace charmed the street beneath her feet And Honor charmed the air ; And all astir ...
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... Twas kin ' o ' kingdom - come to look On sech a blessed cretur ; A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . He was six foot o ' man , A 1 , Clear grit an ' human natur ' ; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a ...
... Twas kin ' o ' kingdom - come to look On sech a blessed cretur ; A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . He was six foot o ' man , A 1 , Clear grit an ' human natur ' ; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a ...
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... twas autumn ) , I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier , Mortally wounded he , and buried on the retreat ( easily all could I understand ) ; The halt of a midday hour , when up ! no time to lose , yet this sign left , On ...
... twas autumn ) , I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier , Mortally wounded he , and buried on the retreat ( easily all could I understand ) ; The halt of a midday hour , when up ! no time to lose , yet this sign left , On ...
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Stran 196 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Stran 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Stran 58 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Stran 30 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Stran 187 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Stran 58 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his 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.
Stran 164 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Stran 58 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever 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.
Stran 100 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe...
Stran 164 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, 10 Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, —...