A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 pagina's |
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Pagina 173
... voice of the young maiden singing . " What's that noise that I hear at the window , I wonder ? " " T is the little birds chirping the holly - bush under . " " What makes you be shoving and moving your stool on , And singing all wrong ...
... voice of the young maiden singing . " What's that noise that I hear at the window , I wonder ? " " T is the little birds chirping the holly - bush under . " " What makes you be shoving and moving your stool on , And singing all wrong ...
Pagina 179
... voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear , Made tunable with every sweetest vow ; gone . And still she slept an azure - lidded sleep , In blanched linen , smooth , and lavendered ; While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied ...
... voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear , Made tunable with every sweetest vow ; gone . And still she slept an azure - lidded sleep , In blanched linen , smooth , and lavendered ; While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied ...
Pagina 182
... voice called from heaven , and he fled ; And suddenly I wakened , as it seemed , From a deep sleep wherein I had not dreamed . And it was night , and I could be and hear , And I was in the room I held so a car , And unaware , stretched ...
... voice called from heaven , and he fled ; And suddenly I wakened , as it seemed , From a deep sleep wherein I had not dreamed . And it was night , and I could be and hear , And I was in the room I held so a car , And unaware , stretched ...
Pagina 184
... voice was lost . My bosom glowed ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung ; In dewy damps my limbs were chilled ; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ...
... voice was lost . My bosom glowed ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung ; In dewy damps my limbs were chilled ; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ...
Pagina 236
... voice is sweet and low ; The deep salt wave breaks in above Those marble steps below . The turret - stairs are wet That lead into the sea . Leander ! go not yet . The pleasant stars have set : O , go not , go not yet , Or I will follow ...
... voice is sweet and low ; The deep salt wave breaks in above Those marble steps below . The turret - stairs are wet That lead into the sea . Leander ! go not yet . The pleasant stars have set : O , go not , go not yet , Or I will follow ...
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