A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 巻William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 ページ |
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... face was wan ! Unlike the flush it used to wear When in the battle - van . " Come hither , come hither , my trusty knight , Sir Simon of the Lee ; There is a freit lies near my soul I fain would tell to thee . " Thou know'st the words ...
... face was wan ! Unlike the flush it used to wear When in the battle - van . " Come hither , come hither , my trusty knight , Sir Simon of the Lee ; There is a freit lies near my soul I fain would tell to thee . " Thou know'st the words ...
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... face ; and she caught my hand And drew me near as she spoke : - " The Hielanders ! O , dinna The slogan far awa ? ye hear The McGregor's , -O , I ken it weel ; It's the grandest o ' them a ' ! " God bless the bonny Hielanders ! We're ...
... face ; and she caught my hand And drew me near as she spoke : - " The Hielanders ! O , dinna The slogan far awa ? ye hear The McGregor's , -O , I ken it weel ; It's the grandest o ' them a ' ! " God bless the bonny Hielanders ! We're ...
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... face of the dead , - The picket's off duty forever . ETHEL LYNN BEERS . THE PICKET - GUARD . " ALL quiet along the Potomac , " they say , " Except now and then a stray picket Is shot , as he walks on his beat , to and fro , By a ...
... face of the dead , - The picket's off duty forever . ETHEL LYNN BEERS . THE PICKET - GUARD . " ALL quiet along the Potomac , " they say , " Except now and then a stray picket Is shot , as he walks on his beat , to and fro , By a ...
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... face to face . SARAH T. BOLTON . THE DRUMMER - BOY'S BURIAL . ALL day long the storm of battle through the startled valley swept ; All night long the stars in heaven o'er the slain sad vigils kept . O , the ghastly upturned faces ...
... face to face . SARAH T. BOLTON . THE DRUMMER - BOY'S BURIAL . ALL day long the storm of battle through the startled valley swept ; All night long the stars in heaven o'er the slain sad vigils kept . O , the ghastly upturned faces ...
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... face Turned to the skies ; " Tis but another dead ; - All you can say is said . Carry his body hence , Kings must have slaves ; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves . So this man's eyes are dim ; - Throw the earth over him ...
... face Turned to the skies ; " Tis but another dead ; - All you can say is said . Carry his body hence , Kings must have slaves ; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves . So this man's eyes are dim ; - Throw the earth over him ...
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626 ページ - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
815 ページ - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
556 ページ - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
783 ページ - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
709 ページ - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
461 ページ - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
818 ページ - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
723 ページ - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
709 ページ - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
657 ページ - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...