The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 páginas "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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... You cannot miss that inn . Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before . Then must I knock , or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at that door . • POEMS OF RELIGION . 365.
... You cannot miss that inn . Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before . Then must I knock , or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at that door . • POEMS OF RELIGION . 365.
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... sight , Drowns my spirits , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ...
... sight , Drowns my spirits , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ...
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... sight , That I sawe in my time : I sawe a royall throne , Where Justice shulde have sitte ; But in her steade was One Of moody cruell witte . Absorpt was rightwisness , As by the raginge floude ; Sathan , in his excess , Sucte up the ...
... sight , That I sawe in my time : I sawe a royall throne , Where Justice shulde have sitte ; But in her steade was One Of moody cruell witte . Absorpt was rightwisness , As by the raginge floude ; Sathan , in his excess , Sucte up the ...
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... sight , " Doubting , and almost yielding to despair , The thought arose , " My cross I cannot bear . " Far heavier its weight must surely be Than those of others which I daily see ; Oh ! if I might another burden choose , Methinks I ...
... sight , " Doubting , and almost yielding to despair , The thought arose , " My cross I cannot bear . " Far heavier its weight must surely be Than those of others which I daily see ; Oh ! if I might another burden choose , Methinks I ...
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... sight That brightly the other side Break on a shore of light . O , if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to - day than I think , Father , perfect my trust ! Let my spirit feel , in death , That ...
... sight That brightly the other side Break on a shore of light . O , if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to - day than I think , Father , perfect my trust ! Let my spirit feel , in death , That ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Visualização completa - 1872 |
A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets William Cullen Bryant Visualização completa - 1874 |
A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Visualização completa - 1872 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fear feet flowers gleam glory golden grace grave gray green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land Lars Porsena light living lone look Lord LORD BYRON lord of Ross loud mighty moon morning mountain murmur never night o'er ocean Paradise Lost peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise roar rocks rose round Samian wine SHAKESPEARE shine shore silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars steed stood storm stream summer sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thought toil tree voice wave weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings woods
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Página 563 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Página 501 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 725 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Página 717 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 404 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive...
Página 687 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 473 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Página 721 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. " See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to. set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 629 - While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.