Poets' Homes: Pen and Pencil Sketches of American Poets and Their HomesD. Lothrop, 1879 - 232ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... river in the town of Pittsfield . Dr. Holmes's great- grandfather , Jacob Wendell , had had a little farm there of twenty - four thousand acres , and this house was surrounded by what remained of them unsold . ( Let me see : How many ...
... river in the town of Pittsfield . Dr. Holmes's great- grandfather , Jacob Wendell , had had a little farm there of twenty - four thousand acres , and this house was surrounded by what remained of them unsold . ( Let me see : How many ...
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... river Charles , and commanding an extensive view of Cambridge . Even in the picture you can recognize the lofty tower of Memorial Hall , which is but a few steps from the good Doctor's first home . The ancient Hebrew always had a window ...
... river Charles , and commanding an extensive view of Cambridge . Even in the picture you can recognize the lofty tower of Memorial Hall , which is but a few steps from the good Doctor's first home . The ancient Hebrew always had a window ...
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... river shore , — I watch the seafowl as they flock together , Where late the boatman flashed his dripping oar . How often , gazing where a bird reposes , Rocked on the wavelets , drifting with the tide , I lose myself in strange ...
... river shore , — I watch the seafowl as they flock together , Where late the boatman flashed his dripping oar . How often , gazing where a bird reposes , Rocked on the wavelets , drifting with the tide , I lose myself in strange ...
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... river in the town of Pittsfield . Dr. Holmes's great- grandfather , Jacob Wendell , had had a little farm there of twenty - four thousand acres , and this house was surrounded by what remained of them unsold . ( Let me see : How many ...
... river in the town of Pittsfield . Dr. Holmes's great- grandfather , Jacob Wendell , had had a little farm there of twenty - four thousand acres , and this house was surrounded by what remained of them unsold . ( Let me see : How many ...
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... river Charles , and commanding an extensive view of Cambridge . Even in the picture you can recognize the lofty tower of Memorial Hall , which is but a few steps from the good Doctor's first home . The ancient Hebrew always had a window ...
... river Charles , and commanding an extensive view of Cambridge . Even in the picture you can recognize the lofty tower of Memorial Hall , which is but a few steps from the good Doctor's first home . The ancient Hebrew always had a window ...
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22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit...
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same power that brought me there brought you.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O 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.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - O 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. O Captain! my Captain!
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general way, A sober man am I. I called my servant, and he came; How kind it was of him, To mind a slender man like me, He of the mighty limb ! "These to the printer," I exclaimed, And, in my humorous way, I added (as a trifling jest), "There'll be the devil to pay.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - My angel — his name is Freedom — Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west And fend you with his wing.