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 17
... feet ; Steel steeds below , winged men above , more fleet Than aught but light or sound ; steel frames that climb To touch the stars with trade ; steel whales afloat With thousands in their maws , -for every whim Of sated sense an ...
... feet ; Steel steeds below , winged men above , more fleet Than aught but light or sound ; steel frames that climb To touch the stars with trade ; steel whales afloat With thousands in their maws , -for every whim Of sated sense an ...
Pàgina 24
... feet The mystery of an elder day . When we have sighed to fold our hands And join the Pharaohs in the tomb , She still shall stare across the sands And hearken for the crack of doom ! GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK . From : " The Haunted ...
... feet The mystery of an elder day . When we have sighed to fold our hands And join the Pharaohs in the tomb , She still shall stare across the sands And hearken for the crack of doom ! GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK . From : " The Haunted ...
Pàgina 53
... Feet England , 1557-1634 . 414 135 538 834 162 1015 116 854 Camp at Night , The ( Iliad ) " Muses that sing Love's sensual empirie " From : Blind Beggar of Alexandria , 203 , Re- venge , 120 , Widows ' Tears , 900 CHARLES , DUKE OF ...
... Feet England , 1557-1634 . 414 135 538 834 162 1015 116 854 Camp at Night , The ( Iliad ) " Muses that sing Love's sensual empirie " From : Blind Beggar of Alexandria , 203 , Re- venge , 120 , Widows ' Tears , 900 CHARLES , DUKE OF ...
Pàgina 57
... Feet , 721 . 907 456 · 464 713 359 186 361 133 461 754 126 Albany , N. Y. , 1839-1902 . Dickens in Camp Dow's Flat 926 996 HERVEY , THOMAS KIBBLE . England , 1804-1859 . Her Letter Love 208 : 99 Jim 997 Plain Language from Truthful ...
... Feet , 721 . 907 456 · 464 713 359 186 361 133 461 754 126 Albany , N. Y. , 1839-1902 . Dickens in Camp Dow's Flat 926 996 HERVEY , THOMAS KIBBLE . England , 1804-1859 . Her Letter Love 208 : 99 Jim 997 Plain Language from Truthful ...
Pàgina 71
... Feet 77 220 141 141 141 1011 . 1012 123 230 993 99 865 236 ANONYMOUS . Anne Hathaway 904 939 Remonstrance with the Snails Revelry of the Dying 362 ( 03 486 898 A Voice and Nothing Else 923 Bellagcholly Days . 1016 Constancy Cooking and ...
... Feet 77 220 141 141 141 1011 . 1012 123 230 993 99 865 236 ANONYMOUS . Anne Hathaway 904 939 Remonstrance with the Snails Revelry of the Dying 362 ( 03 486 898 A Voice and Nothing Else 923 Bellagcholly Days . 1016 Constancy Cooking and ...
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.