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 páginas |
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... feeling , since writing " Poets of America , " that if a native anthology must yield to the foreign one in wealth of choice production , it might prove to be , from an equally vital point of view , the more significant of the two . Now ...
... feeling , since writing " Poets of America , " that if a native anthology must yield to the foreign one in wealth of choice production , it might prove to be , from an equally vital point of view , the more significant of the two . Now ...
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... feel As sick as drunkards when they reel , Yes , feel such pains in back and head As would confine you men to bed , We ply the brush , we wield the broom , We air the beds , and right the room ; The cows must next be milked — and then ...
... feel As sick as drunkards when they reel , Yes , feel such pains in back and head As would confine you men to bed , We ply the brush , we wield the broom , We air the beds , and right the room ; The cows must next be milked — and then ...
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... feel ? Hear it in that battle - peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it , ye who will . Fear ye foes who kill for hire ? Will ye to your homes retire ? Look behind you ! they're a - fire ! And , before you , see 4 Who have done ...
... feel ? Hear it in that battle - peal ! Read it on yon bristling steel ! Ask it , ye who will . Fear ye foes who kill for hire ? Will ye to your homes retire ? Look behind you ! they're a - fire ! And , before you , see 4 Who have done ...
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... feel ; He kept his honesty and truth , His independent tongue and pen , And moved , in manhood as in youth , Pride of his fellow - men . Strong sense , deep feeling , passions strong , A hate of tyrant and of knave , A love of right , a ...
... feel ; He kept his honesty and truth , His independent tongue and pen , And moved , in manhood as in youth , Pride of his fellow - men . Strong sense , deep feeling , passions strong , A hate of tyrant and of knave , A love of right , a ...
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... feel the cooling breath of heaven ! But the Elfin made no stop or stay Till he came to the bank of the milky- way ; Then he checked his courser's foot , And watched for the glimpse of the planet- shoot . ELFIN SONG Ouphe and goblin ...
... feel the cooling breath of heaven ! But the Elfin made no stop or stay Till he came to the bank of the milky- way ; Then he checked his courser's foot , And watched for the glimpse of the planet- shoot . ELFIN SONG Ouphe and goblin ...
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Annabel Lee art thou beauty bells Ben Bolt beneath bird bloom blow Blynken brave breast breath bright brow cardinal bird child cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flame flowers glory glow golden grass grave gray green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel Joseph Rodman Drake Kingston Bridge kiss Kree land light lips live lonely look Lord lyre mighty moon morning neath never nevermore night o'er pass peace Poems poets rose round sail shadows shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song Sonnets sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine things thou art thought tree verse voice W. D. Howells wave weary wild wind wings wood York City
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.