A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 pagina's |
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Pagina 90
... bird and wind that did repeat Around , our human cheer . I hear the birthday's noisy bliss , My sisters ' woodland glee , - My father's praise I did not miss , When , stooping down , he cared to kiss The poet at his knee , And voices ...
... bird and wind that did repeat Around , our human cheer . I hear the birthday's noisy bliss , My sisters ' woodland glee , - My father's praise I did not miss , When , stooping down , he cared to kiss The poet at his knee , And voices ...
Pagina 93
... bird that rings the air , - ( The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the stair ! ) Thou darling of thy sire ! ( Why , Jane , he'll set his pinafore afire ! ) Thou imp of mirth and joy ! In love's dear chain so bright a link , Thou idol ...
... bird that rings the air , - ( The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the stair ! ) Thou darling of thy sire ! ( Why , Jane , he'll set his pinafore afire ! ) Thou imp of mirth and joy ! In love's dear chain so bright a link , Thou idol ...
Pagina 98
... bird . And all fancies yearn to cover The hard earth whereon she passes , With the thymy - scented grasses . And all hearts do pray , " God love her ! " Ay , and always , in good sooth , We may all be sure HE DOTH . ELIZABETH BARRETTI ...
... bird . And all fancies yearn to cover The hard earth whereon she passes , With the thymy - scented grasses . And all hearts do pray , " God love her ! " Ay , and always , in good sooth , We may all be sure HE DOTH . ELIZABETH BARRETTI ...
Pagina 101
... bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And , woodman , leave the spot ; While ... birds ' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys , And bells have forgotten their old art of ...
... bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And , woodman , leave the spot ; While ... birds ' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys , And bells have forgotten their old art of ...
Pagina 104
... bird of Spring ! - Mother she ' d raised the winder some ; And in acrost the orchard come , Soft as an angel's wing ... bird sung , my hart Hopped out o ' bed with me ! JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY . " Whom the gods love die young , " was. THE ...
... bird of Spring ! - Mother she ' d raised the winder some ; And in acrost the orchard come , Soft as an angel's wing ... bird sung , my hart Hopped out o ' bed with me ! JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY . " Whom the gods love die young , " was. THE ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed brave breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss land light lips live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Richard III ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young