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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... rolling in perpetual flow , Stopped for a while , and sighed to answer , " No. " And thou , serenest moon , That , with such lovely face , Dost look upon the earth , Asleep in night's embrace ; Tell me , in all thy round Hast thou not ...
... rolling in perpetual flow , Stopped for a while , and sighed to answer , " No. " And thou , serenest moon , That , with such lovely face , Dost look upon the earth , Asleep in night's embrace ; Tell me , in all thy round Hast thou not ...
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... rolling firmament , where the starry armies dwell , Shall melt with fervent heat , they shall all pass away , Except the love of God , which shall live and last for aye . From the Provençal of BERNARD RASCAS . Trans- lation of WILLIAM ...
... rolling firmament , where the starry armies dwell , Shall melt with fervent heat , they shall all pass away , Except the love of God , which shall live and last for aye . From the Provençal of BERNARD RASCAS . Trans- lation of WILLIAM ...
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... rolling from their mountain - springs With a soft inland murmur . Once again - Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild , secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion , and connect The landscape with the quiet ...
... rolling from their mountain - springs With a soft inland murmur . Once again - Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild , secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion , and connect The landscape with the quiet ...
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... rolling river , the morning bird ; · Beauty through my senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole . - Within my limits , lone and still , The blackbird pipes in artless trill ; Fast by my couch , congenial guest , The wren has ...
... rolling river , the morning bird ; · Beauty through my senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole . - Within my limits , lone and still , The blackbird pipes in artless trill ; Fast by my couch , congenial guest , The wren has ...
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... rolling year Is full of thee . Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks , thy tenderness and love . Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart ...
... rolling year Is full of thee . Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks , thy tenderness and love . Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Visualização integral - 1872 |
A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets William Cullen Bryant Visualização integral - 1874 |
A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Visualização integral - 1872 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms beauty bells beneath bird blood blow blue brave breath bright clear close clouds comes dark dead death deep dream earth eyes face fair faith fall Father fear feel feet fell field fire flowers give grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hour King land leaves light living look Lord lost moon morning mountain nature never night o'er once pass peace rest rise rocks rolling rose round seemed SHAKESPEARE shine shore side sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stand stars stood stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till tree turned voice wall waters wave wild wind wings woods young
Passagens conhecidas
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.