A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volumul 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 pagini |
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Pagina 453
... once their welfare and their duty know . JAMES THOMSON . PEACE , NO PEACE . FROM " KING JOHN . " KING PHILIP . By heaven , lady , you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day . Have I not pawned to you my majesty ...
... once their welfare and their duty know . JAMES THOMSON . PEACE , NO PEACE . FROM " KING JOHN . " KING PHILIP . By heaven , lady , you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day . Have I not pawned to you my majesty ...
Pagina 457
... once the Saviour trod , Since he might not bear the blessed Cross , Nor strike one blow for God . " Last night as in my bed I lay , I dreamed a dreary dream : - Methought I saw a Pilgrim stand In the moonlight's quivering beam . " His ...
... once the Saviour trod , Since he might not bear the blessed Cross , Nor strike one blow for God . " Last night as in my bed I lay , I dreamed a dreary dream : - Methought I saw a Pilgrim stand In the moonlight's quivering beam . " His ...
Pagina 458
... once more to ride , Nor force of man , nor craft of fiend , Shall cleave me from thy side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee . And as we rounded to the ...
... once more to ride , Nor force of man , nor craft of fiend , Shall cleave me from thy side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee . And as we rounded to the ...
Pagina 460
... once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell , As all the fiends , from heaven that fell , Had pealed the banner cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven , Like chaff before the wind of heaven , The archery ...
... once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell , As all the fiends , from heaven that fell , Had pealed the banner cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven , Like chaff before the wind of heaven , The archery ...
Pagina 461
... once more , As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer , clearer , deadlier than before ! Arm ! arm ! it is — it is the cannon's opening roar ! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did ...
... once more , As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer , clearer , deadlier than before ! Arm ! arm ! it is — it is the cannon's opening roar ! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did ...
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arms beauty bells beneath blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fell field fire flowers give gold grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hour Italy JOHN king land leaves light live look Lord mind morning never night o'er once pass peace poor rest rise rock rolled rose round seemed seen shore side sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stand stars stood stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand Till true turned voice wave wild wind wings wonder young
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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...