A New Library of Poetry and Song, Τόμος 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 458
... head , And the tears were in his eyne , " God's blessing on thee , noble knight , For this brave thought of thine ! " I know thy name full well , Lord James ; And honored may I be , That those who fought beside the Bruce Should fight ...
... head , And the tears were in his eyne , " God's blessing on thee , noble knight , For this brave thought of thine ! " I know thy name full well , Lord James ; And honored may I be , That those who fought beside the Bruce Should fight ...
Σελίδα 466
... head Within a lady's bower ! The power of Cupid I defy , When Cambria's banner waves on high , When hurtles through the darkened sky The arrow's deadly shower . Far o'er the plain , Loudly again , Sounds the trumpet's warlike strain , A ...
... head Within a lady's bower ! The power of Cupid I defy , When Cambria's banner waves on high , When hurtles through the darkened sky The arrow's deadly shower . Far o'er the plain , Loudly again , Sounds the trumpet's warlike strain , A ...
Σελίδα 471
... head ' twixt my knees on the Of her chest , saw the stretched neck , and stag- Wasted with fever in the siege , ' How they'll greet us ! " - and all in a mo- It was smoke and roar and powder - stench , Of the news which alone could save ...
... head ' twixt my knees on the Of her chest , saw the stretched neck , and stag- Wasted with fever in the siege , ' How they'll greet us ! " - and all in a mo- It was smoke and roar and powder - stench , Of the news which alone could save ...
Σελίδα 472
... head , And they turned to their guns once more . But Jessie said , " The slogan's done ; But winna ye hear it noo . The Campbells are comin ' ? It's no a dream ; Our succors hae broken through ! " We heard the roar and the rattle afar ...
... head , And they turned to their guns once more . But Jessie said , " The slogan's done ; But winna ye hear it noo . The Campbells are comin ' ? It's no a dream ; Our succors hae broken through ! " We heard the roar and the rattle afar ...
Σελίδα 473
... head ? * THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS ; OR , THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA . [ " Some Seiks , and a private of the Buffs , having remained behind with the grog - carts , fell into the hands of the Chinese . On the next form Kotou . The Seiks ...
... head ? * THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS ; OR , THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA . [ " Some Seiks , and a private of the Buffs , having remained behind with the grog - carts , fell into the hands of the Chinese . On the next form Kotou . The Seiks ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway arms beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds cried crown dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fear fell FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers frae gazed glory gold grace grave gray green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king land Lars Porsena light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning ne'er never nevermore night o'er Osawatomie peace roar ROBERT BURNS rock rose round shine shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought thunder toil voice wave wild WILLIAM COWPER wind wings wonder
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Σελίδα 626 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Σελίδα 815 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Σελίδα 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Σελίδα 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Σελίδα 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Σελίδα 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Σελίδα 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Σελίδα 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Σελίδα 709 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Σελίδα 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...