Gems of Poetry, from Forty-eight American Poets: Embracing the Most Popular Authors. With Portraits |
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... land of silence " before they had attained their prime . There are many , however , still left among us , who also " were in Arcadia born . " We trust that they have not wholly forsaken the pursuit , which claimed their early affections ...
... land of silence " before they had attained their prime . There are many , however , still left among us , who also " were in Arcadia born . " We trust that they have not wholly forsaken the pursuit , which claimed their early affections ...
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... land ! Majestic monarch of the cloud ! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form , To hear the tempest trumping loud , And see the lightning - lances driven , When stride the warriors of the stormi , 16 THE AMERICAN FLAG And rolls the thunder ...
... land ! Majestic monarch of the cloud ! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form , To hear the tempest trumping loud , And see the lightning - lances driven , When stride the warriors of the stormi , 16 THE AMERICAN FLAG And rolls the thunder ...
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... lands . Youth's coffin - hush the tale it tells ! Be silent , memory's funeral bells ! Lone in my heart , her home , it dwells , Untold till death , And where the grave - mound greenly swells O'er buried faith . ' But she who asks has ...
... lands . Youth's coffin - hush the tale it tells ! Be silent , memory's funeral bells ! Lone in my heart , her home , it dwells , Untold till death , And where the grave - mound greenly swells O'er buried faith . ' But she who asks has ...
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... lands , far , far , alas , from thee . Fare , fare thee well once more . I love thee not As other things inanimate . Thou art The cherished mistress of my youth ; forgot Thou never canst be while I have a heart . Launched on those ...
... lands , far , far , alas , from thee . Fare , fare thee well once more . I love thee not As other things inanimate . Thou art The cherished mistress of my youth ; forgot Thou never canst be while I have a heart . Launched on those ...
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... land . All ask the cottage of his birth , Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung , And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among . They linger by the Doon's low trees , And pastoral Nith , and wooded Ayr , And round thy ...
... land . All ask the cottage of his birth , Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung , And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among . They linger by the Doon's low trees , And pastoral Nith , and wooded Ayr , And round thy ...
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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.