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Pagina xxiv
Nor , although it be true that the poems which are most famous and most highly
prized are works of considerable length , can it be said that the pleasure they
give is in any degree proportionate to the extent of their plan . It seems to me that
it is ...
Nor , although it be true that the poems which are most famous and most highly
prized are works of considerable length , can it be said that the pleasure they
give is in any degree proportionate to the extent of their plan . It seems to me that
it is ...
Pagina 12
They scamper and drop their posies ; ing ; But dear little Kate takes naught amiss
, The coaxing smile , the frequent soft caress , And leaps in my arms with a loving
kiss , And I give her all my roses . The earnest , tearful prayer all wrath ...
They scamper and drop their posies ; ing ; But dear little Kate takes naught amiss
, The coaxing smile , the frequent soft caress , And leaps in my arms with a loving
kiss , And I give her all my roses . The earnest , tearful prayer all wrath ...
Pagina 24
... and going hence I bear away my recompense . In spots like these it is we prize
Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes ; Then why should I be loath to stir ? I feel
this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past , Continued long
...
... and going hence I bear away my recompense . In spots like these it is we prize
Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes ; Then why should I be loath to stir ? I feel
this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past , Continued long
...
Pagina 26
With thy turned - up pantaloons , And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip ,
redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face ,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy , – I was once
a ...
With thy turned - up pantaloons , And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip ,
redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face ,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy , – I was once
a ...
Pagina 27
But 0 , what charm or magic numbers Can give me back the gentle slumbers
Those weary , happy days did leave ? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel ,
And with her blessing took her nightly kiss ; Whatever Time destroys , he cannot
this ...
But 0 , what charm or magic numbers Can give me back the gentle slumbers
Those weary , happy days did leave ? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel ,
And with her blessing took her nightly kiss ; Whatever Time destroys , he cannot
this ...
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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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