An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - 878 |
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... WILD HONEYSUCKLE FAIR flower , that dost so comely grow , Hid in this silent , dull retreat , Untouched thy honied blossoms blow , Unseen thy little branches greet : No roving foot shall crush thee here , No busy hand provoke a tear ...
... WILD HONEYSUCKLE FAIR flower , that dost so comely grow , Hid in this silent , dull retreat , Untouched thy honied blossoms blow , Unseen thy little branches greet : No roving foot shall crush thee here , No busy hand provoke a tear ...
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... Wild roses by the Abbey towers Are gay in their young bud and bloom ; They were born of a race of funeral - flowers That garlanded , in long - gone hours , A templar's knightly tomb . He died , the sword in his mailed hand , On the ...
... Wild roses by the Abbey towers Are gay in their young bud and bloom ; They were born of a race of funeral - flowers That garlanded , in long - gone hours , A templar's knightly tomb . He died , the sword in his mailed hand , On the ...
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... WILD Rose of Alloway ! my thanks ; Thou ' mindst me of that autumn noon When first we met upon " the banks And braes of bonny Doon . " Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief ; We've crossed the ...
... WILD Rose of Alloway ! my thanks ; Thou ' mindst me of that autumn noon When first we met upon " the banks And braes of bonny Doon . " Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief ; We've crossed the ...
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... wild witch - hazel tree . Hail the wanderer again , With dance and song , and lute and lyre . Pure his wing and strong his chain , And doubly bright his fairy fire . Twine ye in an airy round , Brush the dew and print the lea ; Skip and ...
... wild witch - hazel tree . Hail the wanderer again , With dance and song , and lute and lyre . Pure his wing and strong his chain , And doubly bright his fairy fire . Twine ye in an airy round , Brush the dew and print the lea ; Skip and ...
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... wild legend now her kind eye fills , And now cold terror every fibre chills ; Still she reads on - in fiction's labyrinth lost , --- Of tyrant fathers , and of true love crossed ; Of clanking fetters , low , mysterious groans , Blood ...
... wild legend now her kind eye fills , And now cold terror every fibre chills ; Still she reads on - in fiction's labyrinth lost , --- Of tyrant fathers , and of true love crossed ; Of clanking fetters , low , mysterious groans , Blood ...
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Strona 106 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Strona 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Strona 49 - 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.
Strona 147 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me ; Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Strona 150 - 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...
Strona 12 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Strona 12 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Strona 145 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Strona 89 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Strona 149 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.