A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volumul 2Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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Pagina 434
... arms , Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail , And crying havoc on the slug and snail . BIRDS BY MY WINDOW . A JUNE SONG . SWEET birds that by my window sing , Or sail around on careless wing , Beseech ye , lend your caroling , While ...
... arms , Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail , And crying havoc on the slug and snail . BIRDS BY MY WINDOW . A JUNE SONG . SWEET birds that by my window sing , Or sail around on careless wing , Beseech ye , lend your caroling , While ...
Pagina 452
... rocket's red glave - the bomb bursting Game proof through the night that our flag was still there ? Sag , dass that star . opangled banner get warre Over the law of the free the home of the brave They POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm ,
... rocket's red glave - the bomb bursting Game proof through the night that our flag was still there ? Sag , dass that star . opangled banner get warre Over the law of the free the home of the brave They POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm ,
Pagina 453
William Cullen Bryant. POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjured. WAR FOR THE SAKE ... arms to spill mine enemies ' blood , But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : The grappling vigor and rough ...
William Cullen Bryant. POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjured. WAR FOR THE SAKE ... arms to spill mine enemies ' blood , But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : The grappling vigor and rough ...
Pagina 454
William Cullen Bryant. Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjured kings ! A widow cries ; be husband to me , heavens ... arms , and fiery steeds , Reflecting blaze on blaze , first met his view . Clouds began How glorious fall the ...
William Cullen Bryant. Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjured kings ! A widow cries ; be husband to me , heavens ... arms , and fiery steeds , Reflecting blaze on blaze , first met his view . Clouds began How glorious fall the ...
Pagina 455
... arms Betook them , and the neighboring hills uptore : So hills amid the air encountered hills , Hurled to and fro with jaculation dire , That underground they fought in dismal shade ; Infernal noise ! war seemed a civil game To this ...
... arms Betook them , and the neighboring hills uptore : So hills amid the air encountered hills , Hurled to and fro with jaculation dire , That underground they fought in dismal shade ; Infernal noise ! war seemed a civil game To this ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway arms beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fell flowers frae glory gold grave gray green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Kilmeny king kiss 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 shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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Pagina 555 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean ! — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain¡; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore : — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
Pagina 622 - 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 780 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pagina 655 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Pagina 444 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Pagina 594 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Pagina 555 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and...
Pagina 662 - 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 sear. 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.
Pagina 791 - 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 530 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...