A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 pagina's |
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Pagina 101
... turned from her Bible to bless her child . Years rolled on , but the last one sped , My idol was shattered , my earth - star fled ! I learnt how much the heart can bear , When I saw her die in her old arm - chair . ' Tis past , ' t is ...
... turned from her Bible to bless her child . Years rolled on , but the last one sped , My idol was shattered , my earth - star fled ! I learnt how much the heart can bear , When I saw her die in her old arm - chair . ' Tis past , ' t is ...
Pagina 105
... turned and gazed , unused to hear Such language in that homely glen ; But , Mary , you have naught to fear , Though smiled on by two stranger - men . Not for a crown would I alarm Your virgin pride by word or sign , Nor need a painful ...
... turned and gazed , unused to hear Such language in that homely glen ; But , Mary , you have naught to fear , Though smiled on by two stranger - men . Not for a crown would I alarm Your virgin pride by word or sign , Nor need a painful ...
Pagina 142
... turned him away and wept aloud : " Ah ! that thou liest in the cold death - bier ! Alas ! I have loved thee for many a year ! " The third he once more uplifted the veil , And kissed her upon her mouth so pale : Thee loved I always ; I ...
... turned him away and wept aloud : " Ah ! that thou liest in the cold death - bier ! Alas ! I have loved thee for many a year ! " The third he once more uplifted the veil , And kissed her upon her mouth so pale : Thee loved I always ; I ...
Pagina 147
... turned , As back with that murmur the wicket swung For she laid the poor snail my chance foot spurned , To feed and forget it the leaves among . Down this side of the gravel - walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box : And ...
... turned , As back with that murmur the wicket swung For she laid the poor snail my chance foot spurned , To feed and forget it the leaves among . Down this side of the gravel - walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box : And ...
Pagina 160
... turned to scan the daughter's face : Ha ! what pent - up mirth outflashes From beneath those pencilled lashes ! How the drill of Quaker custom yields to Na- ture's brilliant grace . Brightly springs the prisoned fountain From the side ...
... turned to scan the daughter's face : Ha ! what pent - up mirth outflashes From beneath those pencilled lashes ! How the drill of Quaker custom yields to Na- ture's brilliant grace . Brightly springs the prisoned fountain From the side ...
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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