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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... spirit fails and faints ; And vainly would it image The assembly of the Saints . They stand , those halls of Zion , Conjubilant with song , And bright with many an angel , And all the martyr throng ; The Prince is ever in them , The ...
... spirit fails and faints ; And vainly would it image The assembly of the Saints . They stand , those halls of Zion , Conjubilant with song , And bright with many an angel , And all the martyr throng ; The Prince is ever in them , The ...
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... spirit's moaning ! Thou to Mary gav'st remission , Heard'st the dying thief's petition , Bad'st me hope in my contrition . In my prayers no grace discerning , Yet on me thy favor turning , Save my soul from endless burning ! Give me ...
... spirit's moaning ! Thou to Mary gav'st remission , Heard'st the dying thief's petition , Bad'st me hope in my contrition . In my prayers no grace discerning , Yet on me thy favor turning , Save my soul from endless burning ! Give me ...
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... spirit sympathizing , Sorrowing and agonizing , Also passed the cruel sword . Oh how mournful and distressed Was that favored and most blessed Mother of the only Son , Trembling , grieving , bosom heaving , While perceiving , scarce ...
... spirit sympathizing , Sorrowing and agonizing , Also passed the cruel sword . Oh how mournful and distressed Was that favored and most blessed Mother of the only Son , Trembling , grieving , bosom heaving , While perceiving , scarce ...
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... Spirit , by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid , Come visit every pious mind , Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free , And make thy temples worthy thee . O source of uncreated light , The ...
... Spirit , by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid , Come visit every pious mind , Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free , And make thy temples worthy thee . O source of uncreated light , The ...
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... vain the rising God : O , from earth to heaven restored , Mighty , reascended Lord , Listen , listen to the cry Of our solemn litany ! SIR ROBERT GRANT THE HOLY SPIRIT . IN the hour of my distress 358 POEMS OF RELIGION .
... vain the rising God : O , from earth to heaven restored , Mighty , reascended Lord , Listen , listen to the cry Of our solemn litany ! SIR ROBERT GRANT THE HOLY SPIRIT . IN the hour of my distress 358 POEMS OF RELIGION .
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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.