An American Anthology, 1787-1900Edmund Clarence Stedman Classic Textbooks, 1901 - 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 thy wondrous power to save From perils of the stormy wave : Rocked in the cradle of the deep , I calmly rest and soundly sleep . And such the trust that still were mine , Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine , Or though the ...
... feel thy wondrous power to save From perils of the stormy wave : Rocked in the cradle of the deep , I calmly rest and soundly sleep . And such the trust that still were mine , Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine , Or though the ...
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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 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 Who have done ...
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... feel I cannot now . While memory bids me weep thee , Nor thoughts nor words are free , - The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee . ALNWICK CASTLE HOME of the Percys ' high - born race , Home of their beautiful and ...
... feel I cannot now . While memory bids me weep thee , Nor thoughts nor words are free , - The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee . ALNWICK CASTLE HOME of the Percys ' high - born race , Home of their beautiful and ...
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AMER ANTHOLOGY 1787-1900 SELEC Edmund Clarence 1833-1908 Stedman, Ed Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 17 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto— "In God is our trust.
Página 112 - 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 150 - 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 16 - 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 112 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Página 46 - 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 36 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band. " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires: GoD, and your native land!
Página 93 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Página 204 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 232 - 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Referencias a este libro
Josiah Gilbert Holland in Relation to His Times Harry Houston Peckham Sin vista previa disponible - 2006 |