American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 pages |
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... feeling how pure and admirable is the spirit in which these American poets have wrought , how high an ideal has been before them , and with what grace and beauty their lives have reinforced their poems ! Surely , the M878985 poets have ...
... feeling how pure and admirable is the spirit in which these American poets have wrought , how high an ideal has been before them , and with what grace and beauty their lives have reinforced their poems ! Surely , the M878985 poets have ...
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... feel- ing of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And , as she gazed from the window , she saw serenely the moon pass 38c Forth from ...
... feel- ing of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And , as she gazed from the window , she saw serenely the moon pass 38c Forth from ...
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... feeling of wonder and sadness , - 780 Strange forebodings of ill , unseen and that cannot be compassed . As , at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies , Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrink- 64 LONGFELLOW .
... feeling of wonder and sadness , - 780 Strange forebodings of ill , unseen and that cannot be compassed . As , at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies , Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrink- 64 LONGFELLOW .
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... Feeling is deep and still ; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy , that betrays where the an- chor is hidden . Therefore trust to thy heart , and to what the world calls illusions . 855 Gabriel truly is near ...
... Feeling is deep and still ; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy , that betrays where the an- chor is hidden . Therefore trust to thy heart , and to what the world calls illusions . 855 Gabriel truly is near ...
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... feeling Glowed with the light of love , as the skies and waters around her . Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking - bird , wildest of singers , Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water , 875 Shook from his little ...
... feeling Glowed with the light of love , as the skies and waters around her . Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking - bird , wildest of singers , Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water , 875 Shook from his little ...
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Page 354 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the 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...
Page 350 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the .distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Page 17 - Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.
Page 12 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 354 - And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Page 36 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 277 - But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Page 279 - Oft when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms, To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain, "Ah, that I were free again!
Page 13 - This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven...
Page 61 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.