A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 pagina's |
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Pagina 84
... sound that ' s sweeter far , One that makes the heart rejoice More than all , the human voice ! Organ finer , deeper , clearer , Though it be a stranger's tone , - Than the winds or waters dearer , More enchanting to the hearer , - For ...
... sound that ' s sweeter far , One that makes the heart rejoice More than all , the human voice ! Organ finer , deeper , clearer , Though it be a stranger's tone , - Than the winds or waters dearer , More enchanting to the hearer , - For ...
Pagina 90
... sound . - My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain , When names acquired baptismally Were hard to utter , as to see That life had any pain . No shade was on us then , save one Of chestnuts from the hill , And through ...
... sound . - My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain , When names acquired baptismally Were hard to utter , as to see That life had any pain . No shade was on us then , save one Of chestnuts from the hill , And through ...
Pagina 148
... sound and single Delight our lips would mingle , With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are , And love were like the tune . If you were life , my darling , And I , your love , were death ...
... sound and single Delight our lips would mingle , With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are , And love were like the tune . If you were life , my darling , And I , your love , were death ...
Pagina 150
... sound I heard . He came not , no , he came not , - The night came on alone , The little stars sat , one by one , Each on his golden throne ; - The evening wind passed by my cheek , The leaves above were stirred , But the beating of my ...
... sound I heard . He came not , no , he came not , - The night came on alone , The little stars sat , one by one , Each on his golden throne ; - The evening wind passed by my cheek , The leaves above were stirred , But the beating of my ...
Pagina 173
... sound , mother dear , of the summer wind dying . " Merrily , cheerily , noisily whirring , Swings the wheel , spins the reel , while the foot's stirring ; Sprightly , and lightly , and airily ringing , Thrills the sweet voice of the ...
... sound , mother dear , of the summer wind dying . " Merrily , cheerily , noisily whirring , Swings the wheel , spins the reel , while the foot's stirring ; Sprightly , and lightly , and airily ringing , Thrills the sweet voice of the ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed brave breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss land light lips live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Richard III ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young