A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsWilliam Cullen Bryant J.B. Ford, 1873 - 789 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... poor thing , was with my own blessed Motherly eyes , Sitting as good as gold in the gutter , a playing at making little dirt - pies . I wonder he left the court , where he was better off than all the other young boys , With two bricks ...
... poor thing , was with my own blessed Motherly eyes , Sitting as good as gold in the gutter , a playing at making little dirt - pies . I wonder he left the court , where he was better off than all the other young boys , With two bricks ...
Pagina 22
... Poor Mary , she was quite alone , For , all the way to Glenmalure , Her mother had that morning gone , And left the house in charge with her . But neither household cares , nor yet The shame that startled virgins feel , Could make the ...
... Poor Mary , she was quite alone , For , all the way to Glenmalure , Her mother had that morning gone , And left the house in charge with her . But neither household cares , nor yet The shame that startled virgins feel , Could make the ...
Pagina 32
... poor be flattered ? No , let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp , And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee , Where thrift may follow fawning . Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men ...
... poor be flattered ? No , let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp , And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee , Where thrift may follow fawning . Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men ...
Pagina 49
... poor snail my chance foot spurned , To feed and forget it the leaves among . Down this side of the gravel walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box ; And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk ...
... poor snail my chance foot spurned , To feed and forget it the leaves among . Down this side of the gravel walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box ; And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk ...
Pagina 51
... poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure , A weary slave frae sun to sun , Could I the rich reward secure , The lovely Mary Morison . Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha ' , To thee my fancy took ...
... poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure , A weary slave frae sun to sun , Could I the rich reward secure , The lovely Mary Morison . Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha ' , To thee my fancy took ...
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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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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle gone grace grave green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings