The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 3William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 pagina's "A comprehensive exhibit of poetic literature" -- Preface. A collection of English and American poetry on topics such as nature and childhood. |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 6-10 van 100
Pagina 739
... hand Soon hurries me back to despair . But the sea - fowl is gone to her nest , The beast is laid down in his lair Even here is a season of rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy in every place , ; And mercy encouraging thought ...
... hand Soon hurries me back to despair . But the sea - fowl is gone to her nest , The beast is laid down in his lair Even here is a season of rest , And I to my cabin repair . There's mercy in every place , ; And mercy encouraging thought ...
Pagina 740
... hand doth press , and waves of thine Afflict me like a sea , Deep calling deep , -- infuse from source divine Thy peace in me ! And when death's tide , as with a brimful cup , Over my soul doth pour , Let hope survive , - a well that ...
... hand doth press , and waves of thine Afflict me like a sea , Deep calling deep , -- infuse from source divine Thy peace in me ! And when death's tide , as with a brimful cup , Over my soul doth pour , Let hope survive , - a well that ...
Pagina 741
... hand . My hand was next to them , and then my heart ; I took , without more thinking , in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey , Making my minde to smell my fatall day , Yet sug'ring the ...
... hand . My hand was next to them , and then my heart ; I took , without more thinking , in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey , Making my minde to smell my fatall day , Yet sug'ring the ...
Pagina 746
... lips that stirred not His hand upon his breast He laid , whereat his face -- Was mirrored in the river that girt that holy place . They questioned each the other What Brahma's answer meant . 746 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION .
... lips that stirred not His hand upon his breast He laid , whereat his face -- Was mirrored in the river that girt that holy place . They questioned each the other What Brahma's answer meant . 746 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION .
Pagina 747
... hands . I see with Brahma's eyes- ------ Like children babbling nonsense in their sports , We censure Nature for a ... hand on Brahma's breast Is his divine assent , Covering the soul that dies not . Brahma meant . This is what RICHARD ...
... hands . I see with Brahma's eyes- ------ Like children babbling nonsense in their sports , We censure Nature for a ... hand on Brahma's breast Is his divine assent , Covering the soul that dies not . Brahma meant . This is what RICHARD ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets ... William Cullen Bryant Volledige weergave - 1870 |
A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets William Cullen Bryant Volledige weergave - 1873 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Acti ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway beauty BEN JONSON beneath breast breath bright brow Cæsar captain's gig clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth Epistle eyes face fair fairy fame fancy fear flowers fool frae gentle glory grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Hudibras Julius Cæsar Kilmeny King lady land laugh light live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice mind mortal ne'er never nevermore night o'er Paradise Lost pleasure poor POPE pride quoth rose round SHAKESPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou thought turned voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder young
Populaire passages
Pagina 798 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pagina 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Pagina 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Pagina 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pagina 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pagina 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Pagina 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Pagina 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Pagina 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Pagina 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...