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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... turn my back on raucous stir And like a faithful Gardener Do what I can in my small space To bring forth flowers full of grace . JOHN KENDRICK BANGS . By McClure Newspaper Syndicate . ICARUS FRANK PLANT M'CREERY United States Air ...
... turn my back on raucous stir And like a faithful Gardener Do what I can in my small space To bring forth flowers full of grace . JOHN KENDRICK BANGS . By McClure Newspaper Syndicate . ICARUS FRANK PLANT M'CREERY United States Air ...
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... turn The storm to smiles , the man to boy again . Through all the years when war so took its toll That strength was sapped , the sharp eyes weary grew , Steadfast to purpose , courage in the soul , Ideals unaccomplished - these he knew ...
... turn The storm to smiles , the man to boy again . Through all the years when war so took its toll That strength was sapped , the sharp eyes weary grew , Steadfast to purpose , courage in the soul , Ideals unaccomplished - these he knew ...
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... Turn not in scorn thine ivied brow from me , Who am a suppliant kneeling at thy throne ! PRAYER I stood upon the threshold . Musical Reverberant footsteps ghostlike came and went , And my lips trembled as magnificent Before me rose a ...
... Turn not in scorn thine ivied brow from me , Who am a suppliant kneeling at thy throne ! PRAYER I stood upon the threshold . Musical Reverberant footsteps ghostlike came and went , And my lips trembled as magnificent Before me rose a ...
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... after the vexatious gang God hurls a silver boomerang . I hope it will not turn and strike A kind old Gentleman I like ! VINCENT STARRETT . Reproduced by courtesy of McClure's Magazine . RECESSIONAL . For 34 VITAL VERSE OF THE NEW ERA .
... after the vexatious gang God hurls a silver boomerang . I hope it will not turn and strike A kind old Gentleman I like ! VINCENT STARRETT . Reproduced by courtesy of McClure's Magazine . RECESSIONAL . For 34 VITAL VERSE OF THE NEW ERA .
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... turn these pages , as they might those of other collections , without finding their favorite . Nor should it be matter of surprise , considering the multitude of authors from whom the compilation is made , if it be found that some are ...
... turn these pages , as they might those of other collections , without finding their favorite . Nor should it be matter of surprise , considering the multitude of authors from whom the compilation is made , if it be found that some are ...
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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.