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Annabel Lee Arcady beautiful bees beneath bird black regiment bloom blossoms blow blue Blynken breast breath Chambered Nautilus Charles Scribner's Sons cheek close to thee cloud corr'd dark dead death door doth dream E. A. POE earth eyes Farragut flowers grass green H. C. BUNNER H. W. LONGFELLOW hair hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY CUYLER BUNNER Ireson Israfel J. R. LOWELL JOHN BANISTER TABB Joseph Rodman Drake king kiss Lay him low light lips Little Boy Blue look lover lyric Maryland moon never Nevermore night o'er Poems of R. H. poet R. H. STODDARD Ramoth Raven rose round Sail sheepfol shore silent sing skipper sleeps snow song sorrow soul stars summer sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee thine thou art thought veery violets voice wait waves whippoorwill wild wind wings
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หน้า 31 - 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 12 - 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. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea : But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE ; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
หน้า 188 - Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, 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.
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' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood.
หน้า 51 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, " Doubtless," said I, " what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of
หน้า 83 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
หน้า 38 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
หน้า 14 - 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 74 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
หน้า 69 - 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...