The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American AuthorsCrowell, 1910 - 706 σελίδες |
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... sweet bride in her bloom , All sunshine , and snowy , and pure . As the carriage rolls down the dark street The little wife laughs and makes cheer ; UNSUNG . As sweet as the breath that goes From the lips of the white rose , As weird as ...
... sweet bride in her bloom , All sunshine , and snowy , and pure . As the carriage rolls down the dark street The little wife laughs and makes cheer ; UNSUNG . As sweet as the breath that goes From the lips of the white rose , As weird as ...
Σελίδα 48
... Sweet hope ! Lord , tarry not , but come . Beyond the blooming and the fading I shall be soon ; Beyond the shining and the shading , Beyond the hoping and the dreading , I shall be soon , Love , rest , and home ! Sweet hope ! Lord ...
... Sweet hope ! Lord , tarry not , but come . Beyond the blooming and the fading I shall be soon ; Beyond the shining and the shading , Beyond the hoping and the dreading , I shall be soon , Love , rest , and home ! Sweet hope ! Lord ...
Σελίδα 50
... sweet In all the varied human flowers we meet In the wide garden of humanity , And , like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nec- tar there . LOVE . Go forth in life , O friend ! not seeking love , A ...
... sweet In all the varied human flowers we meet In the wide garden of humanity , And , like the bee , if home the spoil we bear , Hived in our hearts , it turns to nec- tar there . LOVE . Go forth in life , O friend ! not seeking love , A ...
Σελίδα 51
... sweet , In some retreat , To hear the murmuring dove , With those whom on earth alone we love , And to wind through the greenwood together . a smile- As some lone bird , at day's depart- ing hour , [ shower , Sings in the sunbeam of the ...
... sweet , In some retreat , To hear the murmuring dove , With those whom on earth alone we love , And to wind through the greenwood together . a smile- As some lone bird , at day's depart- ing hour , [ shower , Sings in the sunbeam of the ...
Σελίδα 76
... Sweet odors in the sea - air , sweet and strange , Shall tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and run- ning stream . LIFE . OH , Life , I breathe thee in ...
... Sweet odors in the sea - air , sweet and strange , Shall tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and run- ning stream . LIFE . OH , Life , I breathe thee in ...
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
angels art thou Aurora Leigh Babie Bell beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom brave breast breath bright brow calm cloud crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore eyes face fair fear feel flowers frae gleam glory golden grave green grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ivy green kiss land Lars Porsena lassie leaves life's light lips live lonely look love's lyre morn never night o'er pain pale Philip Van Artevelde prayer rapture rest rose round Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Twas voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
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Σελίδα 427 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Σελίδα 671 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Σελίδα 424 - 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 : For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling...
Σελίδα 427 - thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore
Σελίδα 310 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Σελίδα 314 - Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! Adieu ! Thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. . . . Do I wake or sleep?
Σελίδα 289 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Σελίδα 424 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Σελίδα 490 - 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. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...
Σελίδα 346 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.