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Anonymous beauty beneath bird blessed blue bosom break breath bright brow calm child clear close clouds cold comes dark dead death deep dread dream earth eternal face fair falling Father fear feel flow flowers gentle give glory glow gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lost mind morning mountain move nature never night o'er once pass peace prayer pure rest rise rocks roll round scene seems shade shine shore side silent sleep smile soft song soon soul sound speak spirit spread spring stars stream strength strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees turn voice wake waters waves wild winds wings wood
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Trang 26 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the ' brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.
Trang 130 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon : the oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Trang 130 - Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Trang 143 - Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised ? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof.
Trang 44 - 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.
Trang 45 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Trang 131 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon...
Trang 258 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Trang 186 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Trang 143 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Thông tin thư mục
| Tiêu đề | The Poets of America: With Occasional Notes |
| Tác giả | George Barrell Cheever |
| Người biên tập | George Barrell Cheever |
| Biên soạn bởi | George Barrell Cheever |
| Nhà xuất bản | S. Andrus and son, 1847 |
| Nguyên bản từ | Đại học Harvard |
| Đă được số hóa | 7 Tháng Mười Một 2007 |
| Độ dài | 405 trang |
| Xuất lời trích dẫn | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |