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 735
... young Phidias brought ; 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 ...
... young Phidias brought ; 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 ...
Σελίδα 742
... young are ofttimes old , Though their brows be bright and fair ; While their blood beats warm , their hearts are cold O'er them the spring - but winter is there . And the old are ofttimes young When their hair is thin and white ; And ...
... young are ofttimes old , Though their brows be bright and fair ; While their blood beats warm , their hearts are cold O'er them the spring - but winter is there . And the old are ofttimes young When their hair is thin and white ; And ...
Σελίδα 745
... YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; My crop of corn is but a field of tares ; And all my good is but vain hope of gain : The day is [ fled ] , and yet I saw no ...
... YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; My crop of corn is but a field of tares ; And all my good is but vain hope of gain : The day is [ fled ] , and yet I saw no ...
Σελίδα 746
... young , The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung . Each questioned each to know Whence came the Heavens above , and whence the Earth below . Indra , the endless giver Of every gracious thing The gods ...
... young , The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung . Each questioned each to know Whence came the Heavens above , and whence the Earth below . Indra , the endless giver Of every gracious thing The gods ...
Σελίδα 748
... young , On any human being rose or set . " The page played with the heron's plume , the |. To drag you patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day , say , sages ! say , Wit's oracles ! say , dreamers of gay dreams ! How ...
... young , On any human being rose or set . " The page played with the heron's plume , the |. To drag you patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day , say , sages ! say , Wit's oracles ! say , dreamers of gay dreams ! How ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Acti ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway beauty BEN JONSON beneath breast breath bright brow Cæsar captain's gig clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth Epistle eyes face fair fairy fame fancy fear flowers fool frae gentle glory grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Hudibras Julius Cæsar Kilmeny King lady land laugh light live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice mind mortal ne'er never nevermore night o'er Paradise Lost pleasure poor POPE pride quoth rose round SHAKESPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou thought turned voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder 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...