The Library of Poetry and Song, Nide 3William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 sivua "A comprehensive exhibit of poetic literature" -- Preface. A collection of English and American poetry on topics such as nature and childhood. |
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Sivu 757
... wonder , " Death replies : " However , you still keep your eyes ; And sure , to see one's loves and friends For legs and arms would make amends . " " Perhaps , " says Dodson , " so it might , But latterly I've lost my sight . " " This ...
... wonder , " Death replies : " However , you still keep your eyes ; And sure , to see one's loves and friends For legs and arms would make amends . " " Perhaps , " says Dodson , " so it might , But latterly I've lost my sight . " " This ...
Sivu 775
... wonder higher ; FROM harmony , from heavenly harmony , This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay , And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice was heard from high , Arise , ye more than dead ...
... wonder higher ; FROM harmony , from heavenly harmony , This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay , And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice was heard from high , Arise , ye more than dead ...
Sivu 776
... wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes , From different natures marvellously mixed , Connection exquisite of distant worlds ! Distinguished link in being's endless chain ! Midway from nothing to the ...
... wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes , From different natures marvellously mixed , Connection exquisite of distant worlds ! Distinguished link in being's endless chain ! Midway from nothing to the ...
Sivu 792
... wonder of an hour ! Childe Harold , Cant , ii ΒΥΚΟΝ . Not heaven itself upon the past has power ; But what has been , has been , and I have had my hour . Imitation of Horace , Book i . Ote 29 . Applause DRYDEN . To that blest son of ...
... wonder of an hour ! Childe Harold , Cant , ii ΒΥΚΟΝ . Not heaven itself upon the past has power ; But what has been , has been , and I have had my hour . Imitation of Horace , Book i . Ote 29 . Applause DRYDEN . To that blest son of ...
Sivu 800
... wonder come unsought . If death be but resolving back again . Into the world's deep soul , this is a kind Of quiet , happy death , untouched by pain Or sharp reluctance . For I feel my mind Is interfused with all I hear and see ; As ...
... wonder come unsought . If death be but resolving back again . Into the world's deep soul , this is a kind Of quiet , happy death , untouched by pain Or sharp reluctance . For I feel my mind Is interfused with all I hear and see ; As ...
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Acti ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway beauty BEN JONSON beneath breast breath bright brow Cæsar captain's gig clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth Epistle eyes face fair fairy fame fancy fear flowers fool frae gentle glory grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Hudibras Julius Cæsar Kilmeny King lady land laugh light live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice mind mortal ne'er never nevermore night o'er Paradise Lost pleasure poor POPE pride quoth rose round SHAKESPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou thought turned voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder young
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Sivu 798 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Sivu 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Sivu 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Sivu 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Sivu 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Sivu 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Sivu 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Sivu 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Sivu 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Sivu 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable 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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...