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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IF I SHOULD DIE To - Night Belle E. Smith . " Memento Mori . ” Drawn by J. B.
FRANKLIN . 301 . Sorrow and Adversity . 322 FROM “ SONNETS IN SHADOW
Arlo Bates “ Memoriais . ' ' Drawn by HARRY Fenn . LIFE Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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IF I SHOULD DIE To - Night Belle E. Smith . " Memento Mori . ” Drawn by J. B.
FRANKLIN . 301 . Sorrow and Adversity . 322 FROM “ SONNETS IN SHADOW
Arlo Bates “ Memoriais . ' ' Drawn by HARRY Fenn . LIFE Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Portrait ...
Pagina 23
But whether there shall gleam a light Across the waters stormy , Somewhere
beyond the crouching night You wait , who went before me ; And I shall speed
with bellied Sail By winds of blackness blown , Alert to catch your eager hail ,
Who ...
But whether there shall gleam a light Across the waters stormy , Somewhere
beyond the crouching night You wait , who went before me ; And I shall speed
with bellied Sail By winds of blackness blown , Alert to catch your eager hail ,
Who ...
Pagina 25
The wind was howling desolate , The moon's dead face shone bright ; The ghost
of Heinrich Heine hailed The sad wraith with delight : “ Is it the slow worm's slimy
touch That makes you walk the night ? “ Or rankles still the bitter jibe Of fool and ...
The wind was howling desolate , The moon's dead face shone bright ; The ghost
of Heinrich Heine hailed The sad wraith with delight : “ Is it the slow worm's slimy
touch That makes you walk the night ? “ Or rankles still the bitter jibe Of fool and ...
Pagina 30
Far down within the quaint and narrow streets , Like cheery fireflies lighting up
the night , Are happy children of the villagers . They skip and laugh and play
about the towers , And have no fears of enemies withoutSly little rogues who beg
us for ...
Far down within the quaint and narrow streets , Like cheery fireflies lighting up
the night , Are happy children of the villagers . They skip and laugh and play
about the towers , And have no fears of enemies withoutSly little rogues who beg
us for ...
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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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