A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsWilliam Cullen Bryant Ford, 1873 - 789 Seiten |
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... Fall ( Henry VIII . ) Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell ( Henry VIII . ) Wounded Stag ( As You Like It ) SHANLY , CHARLES DAWSON . Ireland . Kitty of Coleraine " When to the sessions of sweet silent thought " " Where the bee sucks " ( Tempest ) ...
... Fall ( Henry VIII . ) Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell ( Henry VIII . ) Wounded Stag ( As You Like It ) SHANLY , CHARLES DAWSON . Ireland . Kitty of Coleraine " When to the sessions of sweet silent thought " " Where the bee sucks " ( Tempest ) ...
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... fall . Far better taught , she lays her bosom bare , And the fond boy springs back to nestle there . LEONIDAS of Alexandria ( Greek ) . Translation of SAMUEL ROGERS . THE PET LAMB . THE dew was falling fast , the stars began to blink ...
... fall . Far better taught , she lays her bosom bare , And the fond boy springs back to nestle there . LEONIDAS of Alexandria ( Greek ) . Translation of SAMUEL ROGERS . THE PET LAMB . THE dew was falling fast , the stars began to blink ...
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... fall , Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humor interposed too often makes ; All this , still legible in memory's page , And still to be so to my latest age , Adds joy to duty , makes me glad to pay Such honors to thee ...
... fall , Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humor interposed too often makes ; All this , still legible in memory's page , And still to be so to my latest age , Adds joy to duty , makes me glad to pay Such honors to thee ...
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... fall to fall ; Mine the sand - rimmed pickerel pond , Mine the walnut slopes beyond , Mine , on bending orchard trees , Apples of Hesperides ! Still as my horizon grew , Larger grew my riches too ; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a ...
... fall to fall ; Mine the sand - rimmed pickerel pond , Mine the walnut slopes beyond , Mine , on bending orchard trees , Apples of Hesperides ! Still as my horizon grew , Larger grew my riches too ; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a ...
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... fall of Hermon's dew ! With such a prayer , on this sweet day , As thou mayst hear and I may say , I greet thee , dearest , far away ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER . THE POET'S FRIEND . LORD BOLINGBROKE . COME then , my friend ! my genius ...
... fall of Hermon's dew ! With such a prayer , on this sweet day , As thou mayst hear and I may say , I greet thee , dearest , far away ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER . THE POET'S FRIEND . LORD BOLINGBROKE . COME then , my friend ! my genius ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle gone grave green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Seite 572 - 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.
Seite 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 639 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 42 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Seite 617 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 33 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 620 - And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly...
Seite 580 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Seite 244 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Seite 293 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...