American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and BiographiesAmerican Book Company, 1905 - 368 pages |
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American Annabel Lee Arcady banners battle beauty bells Ben Bolt birds blue Blynken born brave breast Bret Harte Bryant bugles charm dark dead death died dream Emerson England English eyes feeling flag flowers glory gone good-by grace grave gray hand hath hear heart heaven hills of Habersham imagination Israfel Joaquin Miller John John Burns Joseph Rodman Drake land laughed Lay him low light lips literary lived LONG'S Longfellow Lowell lyric Maryland mother never night o'er old Kentucky home patriotic Philip Freneau pine poet poetry RICHARD WATSON GILDER sail sentiment ships silence sing smile snow soldier song soul spirit stanza stars sweet tears thee THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH thou thought tree Twas valleys of Hall voice volumes of verse wait wave Whittier wild wind wrote York York city ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Page 22 - Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
Page 145 - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore: Tis the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
Page 196 - be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet I Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me : As he died to make men holy,
Page 22 - Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave I And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
Page 145 - Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word " Lenore ? " This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
Page 147 - Is there — is there balm in Gilead ? — tell me — tell me, I implore !" Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore." " Prophet! " said I, " thing of evil —prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
Page 146 - That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered, — " Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, " Nevermore.
Page 144 - Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door : Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
Page 146 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, " Doubtless," said I, " what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Page 144 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door:— Darkness there and nothing more.