The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell, Whitman and Lanier; Ed., with Notes, Reference Lists and Biographical SketchesCurtis Hidden Page Houghton, Mifflin, 1905 - 713 pages |
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... sang , would try me thus Before the strain was ended . It must cease- For he is in his grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and in the bud of life Offered me to the Muses . Oh , cut off 139 Untimely when thy reason in its ...
... sang , would try me thus Before the strain was ended . It must cease- For he is in his grave who taught my youth The art of verse , and in the bud of life Offered me to the Muses . Oh , cut off 139 Untimely when thy reason in its ...
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... sang , all day , old songs of love and death , And decked the poor wan victim's hair with flowers , And prayed that safe and swift might be her way To the calm world of sunshine , where no grief 110 Makes the heart heavy and the eyelids ...
... sang , all day , old songs of love and death , And decked the poor wan victim's hair with flowers , And prayed that safe and swift might be her way To the calm world of sunshine , where no grief 110 Makes the heart heavy and the eyelids ...
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... Sang to itself , and leaped and trotted on 30 Unfrozen , o'er its pebbles , toward the vale . Alice . A mountain - side , you said ; the Alps , perhaps , Or our own Alleghanies . Uncle John . Not so fast , My young geographer , for then ...
... Sang to itself , and leaped and trotted on 30 Unfrozen , o'er its pebbles , toward the vale . Alice . A mountain - side , you said ; the Alps , perhaps , Or our own Alleghanies . Uncle John . Not so fast , My young geographer , for then ...
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... sang to my ear , they sang to my eye . 20 The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave , And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me . I wiped away the ...
... sang to my ear , they sang to my eye . 20 The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave , And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me . I wiped away the ...
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... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
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Acadian beauty behold beneath birds breath clouds dark dead dear death dream earth Edgar Allan Poe edition Emerson Evangeline eyes face feet flowers forest gleam golden grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kenabeek land Laughing leaves Leaves of Grass light lips living Longfellow look Lowell maiden meadow mighty Mondamin moon morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet prairie Ralph Waldo Emerson river rose round sail sang shadow shining shore Sidney Lanier silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound Specimen Days spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet thee thet thine things thou thought trees village voice Walt Whitman wampum wandering waves whisper Whittier wigwam wild wind woods words young youth
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Page 4 - 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...
Page 577 - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, 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.
Page 50 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 51 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 50 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn...
Page 364 - 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, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 52 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said— "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied— "Ulalume— Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
Page 208 - Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers Still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 286 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Page 230 - It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.