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Pagina 8
The little towns , the county seats , With dreaming squares and idling streets ,
Plain homes of plainer pioneers , Unsung , yet hallowed through the years
Because in distant times they saw Him come and go to practise law , Tell homely
tales ...
The little towns , the county seats , With dreaming squares and idling streets ,
Plain homes of plainer pioneers , Unsung , yet hallowed through the years
Because in distant times they saw Him come and go to practise law , Tell homely
tales ...
Pagina 12
... From New York Evening Mail , 1912 . TO ROBERT BROWNING To tell the truth
about you , Robert Browning , I bring no wreath of laurel to your crowning Save
this : that no one who has loved can doubt you , Robert Browning . An amateur of
...
... From New York Evening Mail , 1912 . TO ROBERT BROWNING To tell the truth
about you , Robert Browning , I bring no wreath of laurel to your crowning Save
this : that no one who has loved can doubt you , Robert Browning . An amateur of
...
Pagina 20
The pictures we paint are the largest of all ; The stories we tell are most true We
carve them in life , when we answer their call . Ourselves we give freely to you .
But after the last final curtain is drawn , No tangible art do we give . Enriching the
...
The pictures we paint are the largest of all ; The stories we tell are most true We
carve them in life , when we answer their call . Ourselves we give freely to you .
But after the last final curtain is drawn , No tangible art do we give . Enriching the
...
Pagina 32
Grind the gem and dig the well , For what ? for whom ? -I can not tell . The stone
may mark a boundary line , The well may flow , the gem may shine . Be it wage
enough for you To shape them well and set them true . Of the future who can tell
?
Grind the gem and dig the well , For what ? for whom ? -I can not tell . The stone
may mark a boundary line , The well may flow , the gem may shine . Be it wage
enough for you To shape them well and set them true . Of the future who can tell
?
Pagina 41
... though he could never tell a story in verse without occasional tediousness . In
our day the style of writing adopted by eminent living poets is often seen reflected
in the verses of their younger contemporaries , - - sometimes with an effect like ...
... though he could never tell a story in verse without occasional tediousness . In
our day the style of writing adopted by eminent living poets is often seen reflected
in the verses of their younger contemporaries , - - sometimes with an effect like ...
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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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