American Song: A Collection of Representative American Poems, with Analytical and Critical Studies of the WritersArthur Beaman Simonds |
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... waked them into life . Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems Bryant . II.
... waked them into life . Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds , the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems Bryant . II.
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... wind , That stirs the stream in play , shall come to thee , Like one that loves thee nor will let thee pass Ungreeted , and shall give its light embrace . TO A WATERFOWL . Whither , ' midst falling dew , While glow the heavens with the ...
... wind , That stirs the stream in play , shall come to thee , Like one that loves thee nor will let thee pass Ungreeted , and shall give its light embrace . TO A WATERFOWL . Whither , ' midst falling dew , While glow the heavens with the ...
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... winds , and smote the woods , And the brown fields were herbless , and the shades , That met above the merry rivulet , Were spoiled , I sought , I loved them still ; they seemed Like old companions in adversity . Still there was beauty ...
... winds , and smote the woods , And the brown fields were herbless , and the shades , That met above the merry rivulet , Were spoiled , I sought , I loved them still ; they seemed Like old companions in adversity . Still there was beauty ...
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... Wind from the sight in brightness , and are lost Among the crowded pillars . Raise thine eye , — Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud Look in . Again , the wildered fancy dreams ...
... Wind from the sight in brightness , and are lost Among the crowded pillars . Raise thine eye , — Thou seest no cavern roof , no palace vault ; There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud Look in . Again , the wildered fancy dreams ...
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... winds Scarce stir the branches . Lodged in sunny cleft , Where the cold breezes come not , blooms alone The little wind - flower , whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at— Startling the loiterer in the naked ...
... winds Scarce stir the branches . Lodged in sunny cleft , Where the cold breezes come not , blooms alone The little wind - flower , whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at— Startling the loiterer in the naked ...
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ALICE CARY arms ballads banners beauty bells beneath blossom blue born brave breath Bryant's Burns calm chapparejos charm child CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH clinking spurs CLINTON SCOLLARD clouds dead death deep died dream earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN Emerson eyes fancy feel flag of Dixie flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD Furl gaze genius gleam glory grace grave gray Hamish hand harebell hath hear heart heaven hills of Habersham Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly land Lanier light lips literary live Longfellow Lowell Maryland mother never night o'er poet poet's poetic poetry published rose ROSE TERRY COOKE sail shining shore sing smile snow sombrero song soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tell thee thine Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou thoughts trees valleys of Hall verse voice waves Whittier wild wind woods writer York youth
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Page 8 - 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 13 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Page 12 - 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 151 - ... 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.
Page 73 - MY LOST YOUTH. 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.
Page 71 - So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death!' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!
Page 209 - Furl it! for the hands that grasped it, And the hearts that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low; And that Banner — it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, — Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed and tore it; And oh, wildly they deplore it, Now to furl and fold it so!
Page 156 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Page 211 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 259 - Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all ; But for our blunders— oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. ' Earth bears no balsam for mistakes ; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will ; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool...