A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant Fords, Howard, & Hulbert, 1895 - 1100 pagina's |
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Pagina 578
... land I awaken , And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Where the mist and the rain o'er their beauty O cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me were creeping ! Least bard of the hills , - were it mine to inherit The fire of ...
... land I awaken , And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Where the mist and the rain o'er their beauty O cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me were creeping ! Least bard of the hills , - were it mine to inherit The fire of ...
Pagina 579
... Land of my forefathers , Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , - Erin mavourneen , Erin go bragh ...
... Land of my forefathers , Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , - Erin mavourneen , Erin go bragh ...
Pagina 581
... land of slaves shall ne'er be mine , - Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! LORD BYRON , GREECE . FROM " CHILDE HAROLD , " CANTO . II . FAIR Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal , though no more ; though fallen , great ! Who ...
... land of slaves shall ne'er be mine , - Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! LORD BYRON , GREECE . FROM " CHILDE HAROLD , " CANTO . II . FAIR Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal , though no more ; though fallen , great ! Who ...
Pagina 582
... land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " T were long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendor to disgrace : Enough , no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it ...
... land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " T were long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendor to disgrace : Enough , no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it ...
Pagina 583
... land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world - seeking Genoese , When the land - wind , from woods of palm , And orange - groves , and fields of balm , Blew o'er the Haytian seas . Bozzaris ...
... land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world - seeking Genoese , When the land - wind , from woods of palm , And orange - groves , and fields of balm , Blew o'er the Haytian seas . Bozzaris ...
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Anne Hathaway beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath blood brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fear fell flowers gazed glory gold grace grave gray hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Julius Cæsar King lady land Lars Porsena laugh light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON loud Macbeth Merchant of Venice mind morning ne'er never nevermore night o'er Paradise Lost POPE pride proud quoth roar rock rose round SHAKESPEARE ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought turned voice wave wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder