An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Added t.p., engraved. |
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... BREAST 28 MY BRIGANTINE 339 30 WILLIAM MARTIN JOHNSON JAMES FENIMORE COOPER John Pierpont THE FUGITIVE SLAVE'S APOSTROPHE TO THE NORTH STAR • WARREN'S ADDRESS TO THE AMERICAN SOLDIERS THE BALLOT THE EXILE AT REST THE PILGRIM FATHERS MY ...
... BREAST 28 MY BRIGANTINE 339 30 WILLIAM MARTIN JOHNSON JAMES FENIMORE COOPER John Pierpont THE FUGITIVE SLAVE'S APOSTROPHE TO THE NORTH STAR • WARREN'S ADDRESS TO THE AMERICAN SOLDIERS THE BALLOT THE EXILE AT REST THE PILGRIM FATHERS MY ...
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... BREAST WAS RED . 402 Abram Joseph Ryan 388 . 389 THE CONQUERED Banner . A CHILD'S WISH 402 403 390 390 Francis Bret Harte AT THE HACIENDA 403 CHIQUITA 403 · 391 GRIZZLY 404 · 391 CROTALUS . 404 " JIM " 405 THE SOCIETY UPON THE ...
... BREAST WAS RED . 402 Abram Joseph Ryan 388 . 389 THE CONQUERED Banner . A CHILD'S WISH 402 403 390 390 Francis Bret Harte AT THE HACIENDA 403 CHIQUITA 403 · 391 GRIZZLY 404 · 391 CROTALUS . 404 " JIM " 405 THE SOCIETY UPON THE ...
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... breast , and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou , who shalt trace this bloody plain , If goodness rules thy generous breast , Sigh for the wasted rural reign ; Sigh for the shepherds sunk to rest ! Stranger , their humble ...
... breast , and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou , who shalt trace this bloody plain , If goodness rules thy generous breast , Sigh for the wasted rural reign ; Sigh for the shepherds sunk to rest ! Stranger , their humble ...
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... breast Is weary of his mansion here . - Like Phosphor , sent before the day , His height meridian to regain , The dawn arrives- he must not stay To shiver on a frozen plain . Life's journey past , for death prepare , " Tis but the ...
... breast Is weary of his mansion here . - Like Phosphor , sent before the day , His height meridian to regain , The dawn arrives- he must not stay To shiver on a frozen plain . Life's journey past , for death prepare , " Tis but the ...
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... breast of the new - fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid - day to objects be- low , When , what to my wondering eyes should appear , But a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny rein- deer , With a little old driver , so lively and quick , I ...
... breast of the new - fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid - day to objects be- low , When , what to my wondering eyes should appear , But a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny rein- deer , With a little old driver , so lively and quick , I ...
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Page 141 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 146 - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 51 - 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.
Page 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Page 91 - 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.
Page 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...