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The dew was falling fast , the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said , “ Drink
, pretty creature , drink ! " And , looking o ' er the hedge , before me I espied A
snow - white mountain - lamb with a maiden at its side . Nor sheep nor kine were
...
The dew was falling fast , the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said , “ Drink
, pretty creature , drink ! " And , looking o ' er the hedge , before me I espied A
snow - white mountain - lamb with a maiden at its side . Nor sheep nor kine were
...
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And voices which , to name me , aye Their tenderest tones were keeping , - To
some I nevermore can say An answer , till God wipes away In heaven these
drops of weeping . It never did , to pages wove For gay romance , belong . It
never ...
And voices which , to name me , aye Their tenderest tones were keeping , - To
some I nevermore can say An answer , till God wipes away In heaven these
drops of weeping . It never did , to pages wove For gay romance , belong . It
never ...
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Hearest thou voices on the shore , But neither household cares , nor yet That our
ears perceive no more , The shame that startled virgins feel , Deafened by the
cataract ' s roar ? Could make the generous girl forget Her wonted hospitable
zeal ...
Hearest thou voices on the shore , But neither household cares , nor yet That our
ears perceive no more , The shame that startled virgins feel , Deafened by the
cataract ' s roar ? Could make the generous girl forget Her wonted hospitable
zeal ...
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And her voice , it murmurs lowly , As a silver stream may run , Which yet feels ,
you feel , the sun . Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this
lonely place ; Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense . In
spots ...
And her voice , it murmurs lowly , As a silver stream may run , Which yet feels ,
you feel , the sun . Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this
lonely place ; Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense . In
spots ...
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I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet , The sound of a door that
is opened , And voices soft and sweet . I FEAR thy kisses , gentle maiden ; Thou
needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine .
I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet , The sound of a door that
is opened , And voices soft and sweet . I FEAR thy kisses , gentle maiden ; Thou
needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine .
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Página 232 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 190 - 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...
Página 639 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 619 - Haunted forever by the eternal mind! — Mighty prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness...
Página 578 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 580 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee...
Página 642 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 257 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Página 542 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 393 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets |
| Editor | William Cullen Bryant |
| Colaborador | William Cullen Bryant |
| Edição | 20 |
| Editora | J. B. Ford and Company, 1872 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalizado | 21 maio 2007 |
| Num. págs. | 789 páginas |
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