The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 3William 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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... flower of Light . In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may perfect be . BEN JONSON . MY MINDE TO ME A KINGDOM IS . My minde to me a kingdom is ; Such perfect joy therein I finde As farre exceeds all ...
... flower of Light . In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may perfect be . BEN JONSON . MY MINDE TO ME A KINGDOM IS . My minde to me a kingdom is ; Such perfect joy therein I finde As farre exceeds all ...
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... flower , The ocean of the green and laughing shore , The silver lightning of a lofty tower , But must not with too near a love adore ; Or flower and margin and cloud - capped tower Love and delight shall with delight devour ! LORD ...
... flower , The ocean of the green and laughing shore , The silver lightning of a lofty tower , But must not with too near a love adore ; Or flower and margin and cloud - capped tower Love and delight shall with delight devour ! LORD ...
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... flower in the dust , and glory a sunbeam : Not here is our prize , nor , alas ! after these our pursuing . A dipping of plumes , a tear , a shake of the bridle , A passing salute to this world , and her pitiful beauty ! We hurry with ...
... flower in the dust , and glory a sunbeam : Not here is our prize , nor , alas ! after these our pursuing . A dipping of plumes , a tear , a shake of the bridle , A passing salute to this world , and her pitiful beauty ! We hurry with ...
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... ONE day I wandered where the salt sea - tide Backward had drawn its wave , And found a spring as sweet as e'er hillside To wild - flowers gave . Freshly it sparkled in the sun's bright look , And POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION . 739.
... ONE day I wandered where the salt sea - tide Backward had drawn its wave , And found a spring as sweet as e'er hillside To wild - flowers gave . Freshly it sparkled in the sun's bright look , And POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION . 739.
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... flowers that grow our hands beneath We struggle and aspire , Our hearts must die , except they breathe The air of fresh desire . Yet , brothers , who up reason's hill Advance with hopeful cheer , Oh , loiter not , those heights are ...
... flowers that grow our hands beneath We struggle and aspire , Our hearts must die , except they breathe The air of fresh desire . Yet , brothers , who up reason's hill Advance with hopeful cheer , Oh , loiter not , those heights are ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets ... William Cullen Bryant Visualização integral - 1870 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
bear beauty beneath blood Book breath bright cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fame fancy fear feel fell give gold grave gray half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN King lady land leaves light live look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure poor POPE pride rest rise rose round seemed seen SHAKESPEARE side sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars stood stream strong sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till true turned voice waves wild wind wings young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 798 - 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.
Página 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Página 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Página 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...