The Library of Poetry and Song, Svazek 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - Počet stran: 1100 "A comprehensive exhibit of poetic literature" -- Preface. A collection of English and American poetry on topics such as nature and childhood. |
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Strana 364
... till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile . JOHN HENRY NEWMAN . In clothes , cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell . Wisdome's a trimmer thing than shop e'er gave ...
... till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile . JOHN HENRY NEWMAN . In clothes , cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell . Wisdome's a trimmer thing than shop e'er gave ...
Strana 365
... till earth , and not till heaven Pass away . " Finding , following , keeping , struggling , Is he sure to bless ? " Saints , apostles , prophets , martyrs , Answer , Yes . " From the Latin of ST . STEPHEN THE SabaIte . Translation of ...
... till earth , and not till heaven Pass away . " Finding , following , keeping , struggling , Is he sure to bless ? " Saints , apostles , prophets , martyrs , Answer , Yes . " From the Latin of ST . STEPHEN THE SabaIte . Translation of ...
Strana 368
... till the shadows Are a little longer grown , Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Till the night of earth is faded From the heart , once full of day ; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight ...
... till the shadows Are a little longer grown , Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Till the night of earth is faded From the heart , once full of day ; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight ...
Strana 369
... Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts . Sin clouds the mind's clear vision ; Around the self - starved soul has spread a dearth . The earth is full of life ; the living Hand Touched it with life ; and all its forms expand With ...
... Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts . Sin clouds the mind's clear vision ; Around the self - starved soul has spread a dearth . The earth is full of life ; the living Hand Touched it with life ; and all its forms expand With ...
Strana 371
... till the break of day . I need not tell thee who I am ; My sin and misery declare ; Thyself hast called me by my ... Till I thy name , thy nature know . Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new , unutterable name ? Tell me , I still ...
... till the break of day . I need not tell thee who I am ; My sin and misery declare ; Thyself hast called me by my ... Till I thy name , thy nature know . Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new , unutterable name ? Tell me , I still ...
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Strana 563 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Strana 501 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Strana 725 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Strana 717 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 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!
Strana 404 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive...
Strana 687 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strana 473 - 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.
Strana 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Strana 721 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. " See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to. set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 629 - While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.