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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... tell to thee . " Thou know'st the words King Robert spoke Upon his dying day : How he bade take his noble heart And carry it far away ; " And lay it in the holy soil Where once the Saviour trod , Since he might not bear the blessed ...
... tell to thee . " Thou know'st the words King Robert spoke Upon his dying day : How he bade take his noble heart And carry it far away ; " And lay it in the holy soil Where once the Saviour trod , Since he might not bear the blessed ...
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... tell , There's a lurking and loping around us to - night ; And the words went straight to my heart , like Load again , rifleman , keep your hand in ! ' " 9 CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY . THE BRIER - WOOD PIPE . HA ! bully for me again , when ...
... tell , There's a lurking and loping around us to - night ; And the words went straight to my heart , like Load again , rifleman , keep your hand in ! ' " 9 CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY . THE BRIER - WOOD PIPE . HA ! bully for me again , when ...
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... Tell me , that I , too , may admire , And venerate his fame . " " They called him only the brave Walter ; His farm lay near the Rhine . " " God bless your old eyes ! ' t was my father , And that same farm is mine . " There , sir , ah ...
... Tell me , that I , too , may admire , And venerate his fame . " " They called him only the brave Walter ; His farm lay near the Rhine . " " God bless your old eyes ! ' t was my father , And that same farm is mine . " There , sir , ah ...
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... Tell my brothers and companions , when they meet and crowd around , To hear my mournful story , in the pleasant vine- yard ground , That we fought the battle bravely , and when the day was done , Full many a corse lay ghastly pale ...
... Tell my brothers and companions , when they meet and crowd around , To hear my mournful story , in the pleasant vine- yard ground , That we fought the battle bravely , and when the day was done , Full many a corse lay ghastly pale ...
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... tell us what ' t was all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes , " Now tell us all about the war , And what they fought each other for . " ---- " It was the English , " Kaspar ...
... tell us what ' t was all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes , " Now tell us all about the war , And what they fought each other for . " ---- " It was the English , " Kaspar ...
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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...