The Library of Poetry and Song, Том 1William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 страници "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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... NIGHT · " Memento Mori . " Edith M. Thomas . 300 Belle E. Smith . 301 Drawn by J. B. FRANKLIN . Sorrow and Adversity . FROM " SONNETS IN SHADOW Arlo Bates . 322 66 Memorials . " Drawn by HARRY FENN . LIFE Ella Wheeler Wilcox 323 ...
... NIGHT · " Memento Mori . " Edith M. Thomas . 300 Belle E. Smith . 301 Drawn by J. B. FRANKLIN . Sorrow and Adversity . FROM " SONNETS IN SHADOW Arlo Bates . 322 66 Memorials . " Drawn by HARRY FENN . LIFE Ella Wheeler Wilcox 323 ...
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... night You wait , who went before me ; And I shall speed with bellied sail By winds of blackness blown , Alert to catch your eager hail , Who found the way alone . D cop VINCENT STARRETT . From The Midland . G BUM He's a little dog ...
... night You wait , who went before me ; And I shall speed with bellied sail By winds of blackness blown , Alert to catch your eager hail , Who found the way alone . D cop VINCENT STARRETT . From The Midland . G BUM He's a little dog ...
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... night ? " Or rankles still the bitter jibe Of fool and Pharisee , When angels wept that England's law Had nailed you to the Tree , When from her brow she tore the rose Of golden minstrelsy ? " Then spake the ghost of Oscar Wilde While ...
... night ? " Or rankles still the bitter jibe Of fool and Pharisee , When angels wept that England's law Had nailed you to the Tree , When from her brow she tore the rose Of golden minstrelsy ? " Then spake the ghost of Oscar Wilde While ...
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... night , Are happy children of the villagers . They skip and laugh and play about the towers , And have no fears of enemies without- Sly little rogues who beg us for our sous . And is not Carcassonne more lovely now ? MARGARET TALBOTT ...
... night , Are happy children of the villagers . They skip and laugh and play about the towers , And have no fears of enemies without- Sly little rogues who beg us for our sous . And is not Carcassonne more lovely now ? MARGARET TALBOTT ...
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... night long My window echoes through . Six weeks and all the glamour Of outdoor work is lost , Is that a thing for one to sing ? " Six weeks ! Six weeks to frost ! " JAMES J. MONTAGUE . Copyright , 1924 , by The Bell Syndicate , Inc. A ...
... night long My window echoes through . Six weeks and all the glamour Of outdoor work is lost , Is that a thing for one to sing ? " Six weeks ! Six weeks to frost ! " JAMES J. MONTAGUE . Copyright , 1924 , by The Bell Syndicate , Inc. A ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels baby Baby Bell beauty birds blessed bliss blue blush Blynken bonny bosom breast breath bright brow charm cheek child cold dark dead dear death doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers frae gentle grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hour JEAN INGELOW kiss lady light lips live look love thee love's lover machree maid maiden morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost ROBERT BURNS Robin Adair rose round SHAKESPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tell There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice weary weep whisper WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young youth
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Страница 317 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Страница 130 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Страница 297 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Страница 306 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Страница 286 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Страница 145 - Of hair-breadth scapes i" the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Страница 317 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Страница 234 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 311 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Страница 115 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.