Specimens of the American PoetsT. and J. Allman, 1822 - 283 páginas |
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... breeze Echoes the fainter lay ; Where men are dull to poet's dream , Or list perverse to every theme , Save that their sons essay . But though it may perhaps be admitted , that America will long continue without distinguishing herself ...
... breeze Echoes the fainter lay ; Where men are dull to poet's dream , Or list perverse to every theme , Save that their sons essay . But though it may perhaps be admitted , that America will long continue without distinguishing herself ...
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... breeze , Unfolds o'er Jericho's devoted towers , 3 And , like the storm o'er Sodom , redly lowers ? The moon can answer ; for she heard his tongue , And cold and pale o'er Ajalon she hung . The sun can tell : —O'er Gibeon's vale of ...
... breeze , Unfolds o'er Jericho's devoted towers , 3 And , like the storm o'er Sodom , redly lowers ? The moon can answer ; for she heard his tongue , And cold and pale o'er Ajalon she hung . The sun can tell : —O'er Gibeon's vale of ...
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... breeze that round her blows , Turns her warm cheek , her unshorn tresses throws ; With grateful hand her treasur'd balm bequeaths , For every sigh the enamour'd rover breathes , And even smiles to feel the flutterer sip The virgin dew ...
... breeze that round her blows , Turns her warm cheek , her unshorn tresses throws ; With grateful hand her treasur'd balm bequeaths , For every sigh the enamour'd rover breathes , And even smiles to feel the flutterer sip The virgin dew ...
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... breeze , That breaks not , tho ' it moves , the mirror of the seas . Lo , at the stern , the priest of Jesus rears 14 His reverend front , plough'd by the share of years . He takes his harp : -the spirits of the air Breathe on his brow ...
... breeze , That breaks not , tho ' it moves , the mirror of the seas . Lo , at the stern , the priest of Jesus rears 14 His reverend front , plough'd by the share of years . He takes his harp : -the spirits of the air Breathe on his brow ...
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... kneels in venerable groves , Or through the wide and green savanna roves , His heart leaps lightly on each breeze , that bears The faintest cadence of Idumea's airs . 16 Now , he recals the lamentable wail , That 44 AIRS OF PALESTINE .
... kneels in venerable groves , Or through the wide and green savanna roves , His heart leaps lightly on each breeze , that bears The faintest cadence of Idumea's airs . 16 Now , he recals the lamentable wail , That 44 AIRS OF PALESTINE .
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Página 206 - 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 57 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 218 - 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; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 69 - For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever : that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord; so that the priests could not stand to minister by reason of the cloud : for the glory of the Lord had filled the house of God.
Página 209 - I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright. INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD STRANGER, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature.
Página 216 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace...
Página 209 - Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam That 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 to enjoy Existence, than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets.
Página 57 - And Jesse took an ass laden with bread, and a bottle of wine, and a kid, and sent them by David his son unto Saul.
Página 206 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Página 216 - 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.