The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred Verse-makers of the Pine-tree StateGeorge Bancroft Griffith Elwell, Pickard, 1888 - 856 páginas |
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... flower stood in pride , Was rooted up , and fell , and died , With fragrance sweet as morning rose , This flower amidst the ruin grows . Not on the hill , which rises high , But where the lowly vallies lie , This lonely plant with ...
... flower stood in pride , Was rooted up , and fell , and died , With fragrance sweet as morning rose , This flower amidst the ruin grows . Not on the hill , which rises high , But where the lowly vallies lie , This lonely plant with ...
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... Flowers of Poetry , " a choice collection of " Odes , Poems , Songs , " etc. , issued by Sam'l W. Cole , author of the " Columbian Spelling Book , " in 1827 , at Cornish , Me . Judge Pierce died June 26 , 1866 , aged 73. His son Josiah ...
... Flowers of Poetry , " a choice collection of " Odes , Poems , Songs , " etc. , issued by Sam'l W. Cole , author of the " Columbian Spelling Book , " in 1827 , at Cornish , Me . Judge Pierce died June 26 , 1866 , aged 73. His son Josiah ...
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... flowers of the wilderness grow , In the dropping of natural dew , Unheeded - alone- Till his heart had blown- As the sweet , strange flowers of the wilderness blow ! Till every thought wore a changeable strain , Like flower - leaves wet ...
... flowers of the wilderness grow , In the dropping of natural dew , Unheeded - alone- Till his heart had blown- As the sweet , strange flowers of the wilderness blow ! Till every thought wore a changeable strain , Like flower - leaves wet ...
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... Flowers Personified , " a translation from the French , in two volumes . * Not , of course , the rainbow - but that peculiar curvature of the descending water , so apparent , or so easily imagined , in the American Fall , as viewed ...
... Flowers Personified , " a translation from the French , in two volumes . * Not , of course , the rainbow - but that peculiar curvature of the descending water , so apparent , or so easily imagined , in the American Fall , as viewed ...
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... flowers of Eden fringe it round . Daniel Dana Tappan . Rev. Daniel D. Tappan , a brother of William B. Tappan , author of the well - known hymn , " There is an Hour of Peaceful Rest , " was born in Newburyport , Mass . , October 20 ...
... flowers of Eden fringe it round . Daniel Dana Tappan . Rev. Daniel D. Tappan , a brother of William B. Tappan , author of the well - known hymn , " There is an Hour of Peaceful Rest , " was born in Newburyport , Mass . , October 20 ...
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The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred ... George Bancroft Griffith Visualização integral - 1888 |
The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred ... George Bancroft Griffith Visualização integral - 1888 |
The Poets of Maine: A Collection of Specimen Poems from Over Four Hundred ... George Bancroft Griffith Visualização integral - 1888 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Augusta auld lang syne Bangor beauty beneath bird bless bloom born Boston Bowdoin College breast breath breeze Bridgton bright brow Buckfield Casco Bay Church clouds Congregational Church dark daughter dead dear death deep died dream earth East Machias Eastport eyes fair father flowers friends glad gleam glory glow golden grace graduated grave hand happy hath heart heaven hills hope hour hymn Josiah D Kittery land Lewiston life's light lips literary living lone look Maine married Mass morning mother ne'er neath never night nom de plume Norridgewock o'er Parsonsfield peace poems poet Portland Transcript Portland Tribune prayer published rest rose round School shadows shining shore silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars summer sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought to-day voice Waterville waves weary wild winds youth
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Página 98 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 658 - Under the willows, and over the hill, He patiently followed their sober pace ; The merry whistle for once was still, And something shadowed the sunny face. Only a boy ! and his father had said He never could let his youngest go : Two already were lying dead. Under the feet of the trampling foe. But after the evening work was done, And the frogs were loud in the meadow-swamp, Over his shoulder he slung his gun, And stealthily followed the footpath damp.
Página 89 - Or, rising half in his rounded nest, He takes the time to smooth his breast, Then drops again, with filmed eyes, And sleeps as the last vibration dies. Sweet bird ! I would that I could be A hermit in the crowd like thee ! With wings to fly to wood and glen, Thy lot, like mine, is cast with men ; And daily, with unwilling feet, I tread, like thee, the crowded street, But, unlike me, when day is o'er, Thou canst dismiss the world, and soar ; Or, at a half-felt wish for rest, Canst smooth the feathers...
Página 98 - I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering's Woods; And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods.
Página 88 - ON the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air; I love to see him track the street With his wary eye and active feet...
Página 658 - ... Speckle, and Bess, Shaking their horns in the evening wind ; Cropping the buttercups out of the grass, — But who was it following close behind ? Loosely swung in the idle air The empty sleeve of army blue ; And worn and pale, from the crisping hair, Looked out a face that the father knew. For Southern prisons will sometimes yawn, And yield their dead unto life again ; And the day that comes with a cloudy dawn In golden glory at last may wane. The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes ; For...
Página 247 - Poor Indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw — If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe...
Página 154 - Hay bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; Amid our worldly cares, Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between With breathings almost heard.
Página 472 - Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures — Faithful, unselfish and patient, like yours; None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
Página 523 - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown, Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown; Till the night of earth is faded From the heart, once full of day; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight soft and gray.