A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 páginas |
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Página 467
... hand that bears one . Leave untended the herd , The flock without shelter ; Leave the corpse uninterred , The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer , leave the steer , Leave nets and barges ; Come with your fighting gear , Broadswords and ...
... hand that bears one . Leave untended the herd , The flock without shelter ; Leave the corpse uninterred , The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer , leave the steer , Leave nets and barges ; Come with your fighting gear , Broadswords and ...
Página 472
... hands , And the women sobbed in a crowd ; And every one knelt down where he stood , And we all thanked God aloud . That happy time , when we welcomed them , Our men put Jessie first ; And the general gave her his hand , and cheers Like ...
... hands , And the women sobbed in a crowd ; And every one knelt down where he stood , And we all thanked God aloud . That happy time , when we welcomed them , Our men put Jessie first ; And the general gave her his hand , and cheers Like ...
Página 473
... hand before , and I'll lift you to your seat ; - Mount , Juan , for they gather fast ! I hear their coming cry ... hands of the Chinese . On the next form Kotou . The Seiks obeyed , but Moyse , the English soldier , day they were brought ...
... hand before , and I'll lift you to your seat ; - Mount , Juan , for they gather fast ! I hear their coming cry ... hands of the Chinese . On the next form Kotou . The Seiks obeyed , but Moyse , the English soldier , day they were brought ...
Página 475
... hand in ! ' " 9 CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY . THE BRIER - WOOD PIPE . HA ! bully for me again , when my turn for picket is over , And now for a smoke as I lie , with the moonlight , out in the clover . the stroke of the fire - bell . To ...
... hand in ! ' " 9 CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY . THE BRIER - WOOD PIPE . HA ! bully for me again , when my turn for picket is over , And now for a smoke as I lie , with the moonlight , out in the clover . the stroke of the fire - bell . To ...
Página 476
... hand , just ceased his breathing , And so he died , brave soul ! " The money thou must give mine host , -80 thought I , - Three plunderings suffered he : And , in remembrance of my old friend , brought I The pipe away with me ...
... hand , just ceased his breathing , And so he died , brave soul ! " The money thou must give mine host , -80 thought I , - Three plunderings suffered he : And , in remembrance of my old friend , brought I The pipe away with me ...
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arms beauty bells beneath blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fell field fire flowers give gold grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hour Italy JOHN king land leaves light live look Lord mind morning never night o'er once pass peace poor rest rise rock rolled rose round seemed seen shore side sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stand stars stood stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand Till true turned voice wave wild wind wings wonder young
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Página 626 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 815 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Página 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! 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. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Página 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Página 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Página 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 709 - 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...
Página 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...