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... Morning - Glor An Opium - Fantas , ... ... ... :: 159 161 : ... : 162 163 ... 165 169 ... 170 171 ... 173 ... 174 175 177 180 ... 181 182 :: 183 ... 185 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS . On a Bust of Dante Saint CONTENTS . xvii.
... Morning - Glor An Opium - Fantas , ... ... ... :: 159 161 : ... : 162 163 ... 165 169 ... 170 171 ... 173 ... 174 175 177 180 ... 181 182 :: 183 ... 185 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS . On a Bust of Dante Saint CONTENTS . xvii.
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... morning and pumpkins at noon ; If it was not for pumpkins we should be undone . If barley be wanting to make into malt , We must be contented and think it no fault ; For we can make liquor to sweeten our lips Of pumpkins and parsnips ...
... morning and pumpkins at noon ; If it was not for pumpkins we should be undone . If barley be wanting to make into malt , We must be contented and think it no fault ; For we can make liquor to sweeten our lips Of pumpkins and parsnips ...
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... those flowers more gay— The flowers that did in Eden bloom ; Unpitying frosts and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower . & B From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little The Wild Honeysuckle.
... those flowers more gay— The flowers that did in Eden bloom ; Unpitying frosts and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower . & B From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little The Wild Honeysuckle.
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Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876 William James Linton. From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came : If nothing once , you nothing lose , For when you die you are the same ; The space ...
Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876 William James Linton. From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came : If nothing once , you nothing lose , For when you die you are the same ; The space ...
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... which the breeze , o'er the towering steep , As it fitfully blows , now conceals , now discloses ? * See Note 3 . Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam FRANCIS SCOTT KEY . 7 FRANCIS SCOTT The Star-spangled Banner.
... which the breeze , o'er the towering steep , As it fitfully blows , now conceals , now discloses ? * See Note 3 . Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam FRANCIS SCOTT KEY . 7 FRANCIS SCOTT The Star-spangled Banner.
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Page 56 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; /...,'..'. The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 123 - 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...
Page 124 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells' How it swells How it dwells On the Future; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 125 - In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Page 24 - 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.
Page 122 - 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, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 114 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Page 73 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 71 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Page 97 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.