The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 1"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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Pagina 10
... yet he fought Like one by destiny besought , And kept his covenant with God .
EDWARD PARKER DAVIS . From Literary Digest . LAMENT OF THE PLAYERS
Our friend has gone the one 10 VITAL VERSE OF THE NEW ERA .
... yet he fought Like one by destiny besought , And kept his covenant with God .
EDWARD PARKER DAVIS . From Literary Digest . LAMENT OF THE PLAYERS
Our friend has gone the one 10 VITAL VERSE OF THE NEW ERA .
Pagina 11
LAMENT OF THE PLAYERS Our friend has gone the one who sat in front And
smiled at us , and gave us heart of cheer The while his own great heart bore full
the brunt Of all the torment of each passing year . We see him now , his face , so ...
LAMENT OF THE PLAYERS Our friend has gone the one who sat in front And
smiled at us , and gave us heart of cheer The while his own great heart bore full
the brunt Of all the torment of each passing year . We see him now , his face , so ...
Pagina 13
SLAVES 2 No puppet master pulls the strings on high , Portioning our parts , the
tinsel and the paint : A twisted nerve , a ganglion gone awry , Predestinates the
sinner and the saint . Each , held more firmly than by hempen band , Slave of his
...
SLAVES 2 No puppet master pulls the strings on high , Portioning our parts , the
tinsel and the paint : A twisted nerve , a ganglion gone awry , Predestinates the
sinner and the saint . Each , held more firmly than by hempen band , Slave of his
...
Pagina 32
TOIL AWAY Toil away and set the stone That shall stand when you are gone .
Ask not that another see The meaning of your masonry . Grind the gem and dig
the well , For what ? for whom ? -I can not tell . The stone may mark a boundary
line ...
TOIL AWAY Toil away and set the stone That shall stand when you are gone .
Ask not that another see The meaning of your masonry . Grind the gem and dig
the well , For what ? for whom ? -I can not tell . The stone may mark a boundary
line ...
Pagina 42
The compiler of this collection has gone as far back as to the author who may
properly be called the father of English poetry , and who wrote while our
language was like the lion in Milton's account of the creation , when rising from
the earth at ...
The compiler of this collection has gone as far back as to the author who may
properly be called the father of English poetry , and who wrote while our
language was like the lion in Milton's account of the creation , when rising from
the earth at ...
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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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angels arms bear beauty birds bless blue Book breast breath bright charm cheek child cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel feet flowers give gone green grow hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour Italy JOHN kiss lady leave light lips live look lost lover maid meet mind morning mother move nature never night o'er once pain passed play rest rose round seemed SHAKESPEARE shine side sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul speak spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought tree true turn voice wind wish young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 317 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 130 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pagina 297 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pagina 306 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Pagina 286 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Pagina 145 - Of hair-breadth scapes i" the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Pagina 317 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Pagina 234 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Pagina 311 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Pagina 115 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 1 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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