The Library of Poetry and Song, Τόμος 3William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 σελίδες "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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Σελίδα 731
... never seen ; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen . Heart to heart was never known ; Mind with mind did never meet ; We are columns left alone Of a temple once complete . Like the stars that gem the sky , Far apart ...
... never seen ; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen . Heart to heart was never known ; Mind with mind did never meet ; We are columns left alone Of a temple once complete . Like the stars that gem the sky , Far apart ...
Σελίδα 735
... Never from lips of cunning fell The thrilling Delphic oracle : Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; The litanies of nations came , Like the volcano's tongue of flame , Up from the burning core below , The ...
... Never from lips of cunning fell The thrilling Delphic oracle : Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; The litanies of nations came , Like the volcano's tongue of flame , Up from the burning core below , The ...
Σελίδα 736
... never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in his line , The younger Golden Lips or mines , Taylor , the Shakespeare of divines . His words ...
... never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in his line , The younger Golden Lips or mines , Taylor , the Shakespeare of divines . His words ...
Σελίδα 737
... never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise , Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumors freed ; Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin make ...
... never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise , Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumors freed ; Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin make ...
Σελίδα 738
... Never hear the sweet music of speech , I start at the sound of my own . The beasts that roam over the plain My form ... never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared . Ye winds that have made me ...
... Never hear the sweet music of speech , I start at the sound of my own . The beasts that roam over the plain My form ... never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared . Ye winds that have made me ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
bear beauty beneath blood Book breath bright cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fame fancy fear feel fell give gold grave gray half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN King lady land leaves light live look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure poor POPE pride rest rise rose round seemed seen SHAKESPEARE side sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars stood stream strong sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till true turned voice waves wild wind wings young
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Σελίδα 798 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Σελίδα 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Σελίδα 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Σελίδα 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Σελίδα 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Σελίδα 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Σελίδα 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Σελίδα 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Σελίδα 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Σελίδα 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...