Gems of Poetry, from Forty-eight American Poets: Embracing the Most Popular Authors. With Portraits |
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... And cowering foes shall sink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death ! Flag of the seas ! on ocean's wave , Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave , SONG OF MARION'S MEN . When death , careering on.
... And cowering foes shall sink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death ! Flag of the seas ! on ocean's wave , Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave , SONG OF MARION'S MEN . When death , careering on.
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... beneath our feet , And freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! SONG OF MARION'S MEN . BY WM . CULLEN BRYANT . OUR band is few , but true and tried , Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told . Our ...
... beneath our feet , And freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! SONG OF MARION'S MEN . BY WM . CULLEN BRYANT . OUR band is few , but true and tried , Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told . Our ...
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... beneath The war cloud's encircling wreath , Guard it till our homes are free- Guard it - God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield ...
... beneath The war cloud's encircling wreath , Guard it till our homes are free- Guard it - God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield ...
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... . ' Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief , We've crossed the winter sea , and thou Art withered , -flower and leat . 32 BURNS . And will not thy death - doom Burns By F G Halleck.
... . ' Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief , We've crossed the winter sea , and thou Art withered , -flower and leat . 32 BURNS . And will not thy death - doom Burns By F G Halleck.
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... A straw - wrought couch beneath . And I have stood beside the pile , His monument - that tells to Heaven The homage of earth's proudest isle To that Bard - peasant given ! BURNS Bid thy thoughts hover o'er that spot , Boy.
... A straw - wrought couch beneath . And I have stood beside the pile , His monument - that tells to Heaven The homage of earth's proudest isle To that Bard - peasant given ! BURNS Bid thy thoughts hover o'er that spot , Boy.
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.