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. |
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Pagina 748
... rest , Unanxious for ourselves , and only wish , As duteous sons , our fathers were more wise . At thirty , man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty , and reforms his plan ; At fifty , chides his infamous delay , Pushes his ...
... rest , Unanxious for ourselves , and only wish , As duteous sons , our fathers were more wise . At thirty , man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty , and reforms his plan ; At fifty , chides his infamous delay , Pushes his ...
Pagina 751
... rest on banks of flowers Or wander among rainbows , fading soon And reappearing , haply giving place To shapes of grisly aspect , such as Fear Moulds from the idle air ; where serpents lift The head to strike , and skeletons stretch ...
... rest on banks of flowers Or wander among rainbows , fading soon And reappearing , haply giving place To shapes of grisly aspect , such as Fear Moulds from the idle air ; where serpents lift The head to strike , and skeletons stretch ...
Pagina 752
... rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is stirred As by a mourner's sigh ; and on yon cloud That floats so still and placidly through heaven , The spirits of the seasons seem to stand , Young Spring , bright Summer , Autumn's ...
... rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is stirred As by a mourner's sigh ; and on yon cloud That floats so still and placidly through heaven , The spirits of the seasons seem to stand , Young Spring , bright Summer , Autumn's ...
Pagina 753
... rest upon his mountain crag , - but Time Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness , And night's deep darkness has no chain to bind His rushing pinions . Revolutions sweep O'er earth , like troubled visions o'er the breast Of dreaming ...
... rest upon his mountain crag , - but Time Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness , And night's deep darkness has no chain to bind His rushing pinions . Revolutions sweep O'er earth , like troubled visions o'er the breast Of dreaming ...
Pagina 758
... rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day , a master o'er a slave , A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet ...
... rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou over whom thy immortality Broods like the day , a master o'er a slave , A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet ...
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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 |
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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...