A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volumul 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 pagini |
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Pagina 453
... Beneath whose calm inspiring influence Science his views enlarges , Art refines , And swelling commerce opens all her ports ; Blessed be the man divine who gives us thee ! Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang , Nor blow the giddy ...
... Beneath whose calm inspiring influence Science his views enlarges , Art refines , And swelling commerce opens all her ports ; Blessed be the man divine who gives us thee ! Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang , Nor blow the giddy ...
Pagina 457
... beneath the Cross , And save King Robert's vow ; But other hands shall bear it back , Not , James of Douglas , thou ! ' " Now , by thy knightly faith , I pray , Sir Simon of the Lee , For truer friend had never man Than thou hast been ...
... beneath the Cross , And save King Robert's vow ; But other hands shall bear it back , Not , James of Douglas , thou ! ' " Now , by thy knightly faith , I pray , Sir Simon of the Lee , For truer friend had never man Than thou hast been ...
Pagina 458
... Beneath the watch - tower's wall , We heard the clash of the atabals , And the trumpet's wavering call . " Why sounds yon Eastern music here So wantonly and long , And whose the crowd of armed men That round yon standard throng ...
... Beneath the watch - tower's wall , We heard the clash of the atabals , And the trumpet's wavering call . " Why sounds yon Eastern music here So wantonly and long , And whose the crowd of armed men That round yon standard throng ...
Pagina 461
... beneath them , but above shall grow In its next verdure , when this fiery mass Of living valor , rolling on the foe , And burning with high hope , shall molder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in ...
... beneath them , but above shall grow In its next verdure , when this fiery mass Of living valor , rolling on the foe , And burning with high hope , shall molder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in ...
Pagina 462
... Beneath their fire , in full career , Rushed on the ponderous cuirassier , The lancer couched his ruthless spear , And , hurrying as to havoc near , The cohorts ' eagles flew . In one dark torrent , broad and strong , The advancing ...
... Beneath their fire , in full career , Rushed on the ponderous cuirassier , The lancer couched his ruthless spear , And , hurrying as to havoc near , The cohorts ' eagles flew . In one dark torrent , broad and strong , The advancing ...
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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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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...