The Library of Poetry and Song, Volumen 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 páginas "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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... breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ...
... breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ...
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... breath With which all nature ' s quick , and learn to be Sharer in all that thou dost touch or see ; Break from thy body's grasp , thy spirit's trance ; Give thy soul air , thy faculties expanse ; Love , joy , even sorrow , — yield ...
... breath With which all nature ' s quick , and learn to be Sharer in all that thou dost touch or see ; Break from thy body's grasp , thy spirit's trance ; Give thy soul air , thy faculties expanse ; Love , joy , even sorrow , — yield ...
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... breath ; O , lead me wheresoe'er I go , Through this day's life or death ! This day be bread and peace my lot ; All else beneath the sun , Thou know'st if best bestowed or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whose temple is all ...
... breath ; O , lead me wheresoe'er I go , Through this day's life or death ! This day be bread and peace my lot ; All else beneath the sun , Thou know'st if best bestowed or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whose temple is all ...
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... breath and shrug , my guest His sense of glad relief expressed . Outside , the hills lay warm in sun ; The cattle in the meadow - run Stood half - leg deep ; a single bird The green repose above us stirred . " What part or lot have you ...
... breath and shrug , my guest His sense of glad relief expressed . Outside , the hills lay warm in sun ; The cattle in the meadow - run Stood half - leg deep ; a single bird The green repose above us stirred . " What part or lot have you ...
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... breath To drone the themes of life and death , No altar candle - lit by day , No ornate wordsman's rhetoric - play , No cool philosophy to teach Its bland audacities of speech To double - tasked idolaters , Themselves their gods and ...
... breath To drone the themes of life and death , No altar candle - lit by day , No ornate wordsman's rhetoric - play , No cool philosophy to teach Its bland audacities of speech To double - tasked idolaters , Themselves their gods and ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fear feet flowers gleam glory golden grace grave gray green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land Lars Porsena light living lone look Lord LORD BYRON lord of Ross loud mighty moon morning mountain murmur never night o'er ocean Paradise Lost peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise roar rocks rose round Samian wine SHAKESPEARE shine shore silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars steed stood storm stream summer sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thought toil tree voice wave weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings woods
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Página 563 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Página 501 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 725 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Página 717 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 404 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive...
Página 687 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 473 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Página 721 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. " See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to. set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 629 - While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.