The Little Book of American Poets, 1787-1900Jessie Belle Rittenhouse Houghton Mifflin, 1915 - 306 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beautiful bird blew blossoms blow blue Blynken brave breast breath bright brow cloud cold dark dead dear death dream earth Edmund Clarence Stedman Edward Rowland Sill Emily Dickinson eternal eyes face fair fall fate feet flowers forever glad glory God's grass grave gray green grow hand hath hear heart heaven Helen Hunt Jackson Henry Henry Timrod hill House of Pain Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly kiss land laugh life's light lips little lamb live loud Maryland moon morning never night o'er pain peace Poems Richard Watson Gilder rose round sail shine ships shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou art thoughts tread unto veery voice wait waves wind wings wonder woods word youth
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Página 16 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Página 5 - 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 40 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Página 54 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 13 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 96 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword ; His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps ; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps ; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel : " As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal...
Página 128 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Página 26 - Trances the heart through chanting choirs, And through the priest the mind inspires. The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak; or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
Página 31 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: — "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 6 - When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood warm and wet, Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.