One Hundred Best American PoemsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1905 - 320 pages |
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... child of the skies ! Thy genius commands thee ; with rapture be- hold , While ages on ages thy splendors unfold . Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time , Most fruitful thy soil , most inviting thy clime ; Let the crimes of the ...
... child of the skies ! Thy genius commands thee ; with rapture be- hold , While ages on ages thy splendors unfold . Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time , Most fruitful thy soil , most inviting thy clime ; Let the crimes of the ...
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... along , And a voice , as of angels , enchantingly sung : " Columbia , Columbia , to glory arise , The queen of the world , and the child of the skies ! " 3 FRANCIS SCOTT KEY The Star - spangled Banner O 6 TIMOTHY DWIGHT.
... along , And a voice , as of angels , enchantingly sung : " Columbia , Columbia , to glory arise , The queen of the world , and the child of the skies ! " 3 FRANCIS SCOTT KEY The Star - spangled Banner O 6 TIMOTHY DWIGHT.
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... children were nestled all snug in their beds , While visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads ; And mamma in her ' kerchief , and I in my cap , Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap , When out on the lawn there arose ...
... children were nestled all snug in their beds , While visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads ; And mamma in her ' kerchief , and I in my cap , Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap , When out on the lawn there arose ...
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John Raymond Howard. And rolls the thunder - drum of heaven , - Child of the sun ! to thee ' tis given To guard the banner of the free , To hover in the sulphur smoke , To ward away the battle stroke , And bid its blendings shine afar ...
John Raymond Howard. And rolls the thunder - drum of heaven , - Child of the sun ! to thee ' tis given To guard the banner of the free , To hover in the sulphur smoke , To ward away the battle stroke , And bid its blendings shine afar ...
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... children , pressing cheek to cheek , With mute caresses shall declare The tenderness they cannot speak . And some , who walk in calmness here , Shall shudder as they reach the door Where one who made their dwelling dear , Its flower ...
... children , pressing cheek to cheek , With mute caresses shall declare The tenderness they cannot speak . And some , who walk in calmness here , Shall shudder as they reach the door Where one who made their dwelling dear , Its flower ...
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autumn beauty bells beneath bird brave breast breath breeze bright brow chamber door cold dark dead death deep dream earth eyes fair fall feel flowers give gleam glory glow golden grass green hand hath hear heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON hills of Habersham hour JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE land laugh leaves light lips living look morning murmur never Nevermore night o'er ocean old oaken bucket one-hoss shay PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE PHILIP FRENEAU poem Quoth the Raven Rhocus Richard Hovey roar rolls shadows shore sigh silent silent sun sings sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars stood summer sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou art thought tread tree Twas valleys of Hall voice watch wave weary wild WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind wings woods
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Page 46 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move * In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Page 102 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 53 - The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Page 44 - 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.
Page 96 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 34 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 100 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, , Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 91 - Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells ! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon...
Page 99 - 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; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Page 104 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,