The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical IntroductionCarey and Hart, 1842 - 468 páginas One of the most important American poetry anthologies of the nineteenth century, including the works of nearly every major and minor poet of the day, selected by Edgar Allan Poe's future literary executor, and rarely encountered in the correct first printing. Poets included are Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes, Bryant, Emerson, Jones Very, William Gilmore Simms, Christopher P. Cranch, Richard Henry Dana, and an impressive selection of female poets now mostly forgotten: Sigourney, Gould, Brooks, Mrs. Seba Smith, Hall, Embury, Ellett, Dinnies, Welby, Hooper, Davidson. |
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... beauty , next to the miracu- lous divine suasion , is the means through which the human character is purified and elevated . The creation of beauty , the manifestation of the real by the ideal , " in words that move in metrical array ...
... beauty , next to the miracu- lous divine suasion , is the means through which the human character is purified and elevated . The creation of beauty , the manifestation of the real by the ideal , " in words that move in metrical array ...
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... Beauty . .246 MRS . SEBA SMITH . Love Unchangeable . 246 The Acorn Extract from " Geraldine " . 246 The Drowned Mariner EDMUND D. GRIFFIN To the Hudson . Lines Written on Leaving Italy 247 .247 N. P. WILLIS Description of Love by Venus ...
... Beauty . .246 MRS . SEBA SMITH . Love Unchangeable . 246 The Acorn Extract from " Geraldine " . 246 The Drowned Mariner EDMUND D. GRIFFIN To the Hudson . Lines Written on Leaving Italy 247 .247 N. P. WILLIS Description of Love by Venus ...
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... Beauty . . 410 383 A Little Green Isle . 411 .383 C. P. CRANCH . .383 . 412 My Mother's Grave 383 A Spring - Day Walk . 384 To One far Away 384 Beatrice The Music of the Spheres The Blind Seer . The Hours " Thought is deeper than all ...
... Beauty . . 410 383 A Little Green Isle . 411 .383 C. P. CRANCH . .383 . 412 My Mother's Grave 383 A Spring - Day Walk . 384 To One far Away 384 Beatrice The Music of the Spheres The Blind Seer . The Hours " Thought is deeper than all ...
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... beauty - endless shine Around the expanse , with thousand splendours rare ; Gay clouds sail wanton through the kindling air ; From shade to shade unnumber'd tinctures blend , Unnumber'd forms of wondrous light extend ; In pride ...
... beauty - endless shine Around the expanse , with thousand splendours rare ; Gay clouds sail wanton through the kindling air ; From shade to shade unnumber'd tinctures blend , Unnumber'd forms of wondrous light extend ; In pride ...
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... beauty in the wave ; nor feels the breeze . LXXX . For he's accursed from all that's good ; He ne'er must know its healing power ; The sinner on his sins must brood , And wait , alone , his hour . A stranger to earth's beauty - human ...
... beauty in the wave ; nor feels the breeze . LXXX . For he's accursed from all that's good ; He ne'er must know its healing power ; The sinner on his sins must brood , And wait , alone , his hour . A stranger to earth's beauty - human ...
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Página 238 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 97 - 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.
Página 239 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Página 97 - 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. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Página 274 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Página 97 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 89 - 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.
Página 109 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Página 238 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done. Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Página 89 - 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.