The Library of Poetry and Song, Volum 1William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 pàgines "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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Pàgina 51
... Robert of Lincoln . Love of God , The ( From the Provençal ) " Ó , fairest of the rural maids " Planting of the ... BURNS , ROBERT . 236 Pet Name , The Scotland , 1759-1796 . 89 Portrait , A Ae fond kiss before we part . 233 97 ...
... Robert of Lincoln . Love of God , The ( From the Provençal ) " Ó , fairest of the rural maids " Planting of the ... BURNS , ROBERT . 236 Pet Name , The Scotland , 1759-1796 . 89 Portrait , A Ae fond kiss before we part . 233 97 ...
Pàgina 57
... ROBERT . England From Translation of Juvenal's Satire IX . 811 358 HAY ... Burns 915 " Said I not so ? " Fortune ( Fanny ) 777 Virtue Immortal 364 768 ... ROBERT . England , 1591 - 1674 Ben Jonson , Ode to . 159 Blossoms , To ...
... ROBERT . England From Translation of Juvenal's Satire IX . 811 358 HAY ... Burns 915 " Said I not so ? " Fortune ( Fanny ) 777 Virtue Immortal 364 768 ... ROBERT . England , 1591 - 1674 Ben Jonson , Ode to . 159 Blossoms , To ...
Pàgina 119
... burn , Frae mornin ' sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roared Sin ' auld lang syne . For anld , etc ... ROBERT BURNS . We dreamed together of the days , the dream- bright days to come , We were strictly confidential ...
... burn , Frae mornin ' sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roared Sin ' auld lang syne . For anld , etc ... ROBERT BURNS . We dreamed together of the days , the dream- bright days to come , We were strictly confidential ...
Pàgina 149
... ROBERT BURNS . As the dove that has wandered away from his nest Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best , I'll fly from the world's false and vanishing scene , To my dear one , the lass wi ' the bonny blue een . RICHARD RYAN ...
... ROBERT BURNS . As the dove that has wandered away from his nest Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best , I'll fly from the world's false and vanishing scene , To my dear one , the lass wi ' the bonny blue een . RICHARD RYAN ...
Pàgina 153
... ROBERT BURNS CHARLIE MACHREE . COME Over , come over The river to me , If ye are my laddie , Bold Charlie machree . Here's Mary McPherson And Susy O'Linn , Who say ye ' re faint - hearted , And darena plunge in . But the dark rolling ...
... ROBERT BURNS CHARLIE MACHREE . COME Over , come over The river to me , If ye are my laddie , Bold Charlie machree . Here's Mary McPherson And Susy O'Linn , Who say ye ' re faint - hearted , And darena plunge in . But the dark rolling ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
ALFRED TENNYSON angels baby Baby Bell beauty birds blessed bliss bonny bosom breast breath bright brow charm cheek child cold dark dead dear death doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair farewell fear feet flowers gentle grave green grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss lady light lips live look love thee love's lover maid maiden morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost ROBERT BURNS Robin Adair rose round SAMUEL LOVER SHAKESPEARE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tell There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought voice weary weep whisper wind words young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 317 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pàgina 130 - 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.
Pàgina 297 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pàgina 306 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Pàgina 286 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Pàgina 145 - Of hair-breadth scapes i" the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Pàgina 317 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Pàgina 234 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Pàgina 311 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Pàgina 115 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.