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Pagina 729
The full Rose waxed in the warm June air , And she spread and spread till her
heart lay bare : And she laughed once more as she heard his tread“ He is older
now ! He will soon be dead ! ” But the breeze of the morning blew , and found
That ...
The full Rose waxed in the warm June air , And she spread and spread till her
heart lay bare : And she laughed once more as she heard his tread“ He is older
now ! He will soon be dead ! ” But the breeze of the morning blew , and found
That ...
Pagina 740
Till waves retire , - - Till death , that reigns with overflowing flood , But soon the
heavy sea ' s resistless swell At length withdraw its sway , Came rolling in once
more , Spreading its bitter o ' er the clear sweet well And life rise sparkling in the ...
Till waves retire , - - Till death , that reigns with overflowing flood , But soon the
heavy sea ' s resistless swell At length withdraw its sway , Came rolling in once
more , Spreading its bitter o ' er the clear sweet well And life rise sparkling in the ...
Pagina 742
... as I pass , The tempests and tears of the deep . And frequent throws the wary
lead , A thousand joys may foam To see what dangers may be hid ; On the
billows of all the years ; And once in seven years I ' m seen But never the foam
brings ...
... as I pass , The tempests and tears of the deep . And frequent throws the wary
lead , A thousand joys may foam To see what dangers may be hid ; On the
billows of all the years ; And once in seven years I ' m seen But never the foam
brings ...
Pagina 745
... Their purpose is ambition , Their practice only hate : And if they once reply ,
Then give them all the lie . The spring is past , and yet it hath not sprung ; The fruit
is dead , and yet the leaves are green ; My youth is gone , and yet I am but young
...
... Their purpose is ambition , Their practice only hate : And if they once reply ,
Then give them all the lie . The spring is past , and yet it hath not sprung ; The fruit
is dead , and yet the leaves are green ; My youth is gone , and yet I am but young
...
Pagina 746
ONCE , when the days were ages , And the old Earth was young , The high gods
and the sages From Nature ' s golden pages Her open secrets wrung . Each
questioned each to know Whence came the Heavens above , and whence the
Earth ...
ONCE , when the days were ages , And the old Earth was young , The high gods
and the sages From Nature ' s golden pages Her open secrets wrung . Each
questioned each to know Whence came the Heavens above , and whence the
Earth ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets ... William Cullen Bryant Volledige weergave - 1870 |
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bear beauty beneath Book breath bright cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fell give grave half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human John King lady land leaves lies light live look lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass peace play pleasure poor POPE rest rise rose round seemed seen SHAKESPEARE side sing sleep smile soft song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Till true turned voice walk waves wild wind wings wonder young
Populaire passages
Pagina 798 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pagina 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Pagina 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Pagina 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pagina 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pagina 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Pagina 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Pagina 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Pagina 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Pagina 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 3 The Library of Poetry and Song, William Cullen Bryant |
| Redacteur | William Cullen Bryant |
| Editie | herzien |
| Uitgever | Doubleday, Page, 1925 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de University of Michigan |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 19 feb 2008 |
| Lengte | 1100 pagina's |
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