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Gems of Poetry, from Forty-eight American Poets: Embracing the Most Popular ...
Vista completa - 1848
Gems of Poetry: From Forty-eight American Poets, Embracing the Most Popular ...
Vista completa - 1850
Gems of Poetry, From Forty-Eight American Poets: Embracing the Most Popular ...
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ALARIC banner BARQUE beams beauty bending beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning cheek clouds cold Columbiad dark dead death deep didst dreams earth fading fair floats flow flowers gale gathered gaze gentle glance gleams glory glow gone grave green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope hour Ianthe JOHN NEAL kiss leaf light lips lonely look lyre memory Mermaid's hair morning mountain mournful N. P. WILLIS NAIN night o'er ocean pale PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM FATHERS pinions pleasant dreams poet's roll rose round sea-bird shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul SPECTRE spirit stars stood storm stream sunbeams sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thoughts throne thunder thy dream tread voice wake wandering waves wild wind wing WITCH HAZEL withered youth
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.