The Library of Poetry and Song, Band 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 Seiten "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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... O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within thy fold , - From thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn litany ! By thine hour of ...
... O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within thy fold , - From thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn litany ! By thine hour of ...
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... o'er the sacred page , And doubt and darkness overspread his mind ; On God's mysterious being thought the Sage , The Triple Person in one Godhead joined . The more he thought , the harder did he find To solve the various doubts which ...
... o'er the sacred page , And doubt and darkness overspread his mind ; On God's mysterious being thought the Sage , The Triple Person in one Godhead joined . The more he thought , the harder did he find To solve the various doubts which ...
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... O'er moor and fen , o'er crag and torrent , till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile . JOHN HENRY NEWMAN . In clothes , cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell ...
... O'er moor and fen , o'er crag and torrent , till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile . JOHN HENRY NEWMAN . In clothes , cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell ...
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... O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke , O Lord ! The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate , Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian's sword , Even her foes wept to see her fallen state ; And heaps her ivory palaces became , Her princes ...
... O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke , O Lord ! The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate , Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian's sword , Even her foes wept to see her fallen state ; And heaps her ivory palaces became , Her princes ...
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... o'er and o'er ; I'm nearer my home to - day Than I ever have been before ; Nearer my Father's house , Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne , Nearer the crystal sea ; Nearer the bound of life , Where we lay our ...
... o'er and o'er ; I'm nearer my home to - day Than I ever have been before ; Nearer my Father's house , Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne , Nearer the crystal sea ; Nearer the bound of life , Where we lay our ...
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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
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Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.