The Golden Treasury of American Songs and LyricsFrederic Lawrence Knowles L.C. Page, 1897 - 319 หน้า |
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Annabel Lee Arcady Banner beautiful beneath bird black regiment bloom blossoms blow Blynken breast breath CHAMBERED NAUTILUS Charles Scribner's Sons clouds clover dark dead Death door doth dream eyes Farragut flowers fold Furl GONDOLIEDS gray H. C. BUNNER H. W. LONGFELLOW Habersham hair hand hath hear heart heaven hills of Habersham Ispahan Israfel J. R. LOWELL king kiss knew Lay him low leaves light lips Little Boy Blue look Maryland never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky Home Poems of H. C. poet R. H. STODDARD R. W. GILDER Ramoth rose round sailed scorn ships shore sing sleep snow song sorrow soul stars summer sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears thee thine thou art thought toy dog tree valleys of Hall veery violets voice W. D. Howells wait waves weep whippoorwill wind wings
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หน้า 29 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, 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.
หน้า 76 - 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...
หน้า 264 - Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility We passed the School, where Children...
หน้า 30 - 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. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
หน้า 66 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
หน้า 12 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
หน้า 46 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 'Sir, ' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door. That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; Darkness there, and nothing more.
หน้า 10 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
หน้า 51 - ... expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core : This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
หน้า 85 - I love thee, I* love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!