A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 巻Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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... soul . Life on earth is hope deferred , Since beyond it lies the Pole . Death , whose bounds are snow and ice , Is the door of Paradise . " WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE . A BIRD'S NEST . -- BUT most of all it wins my admiration To view the ...
... soul . Life on earth is hope deferred , Since beyond it lies the Pole . Death , whose bounds are snow and ice , Is the door of Paradise . " WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE . A BIRD'S NEST . -- BUT most of all it wins my admiration To view the ...
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... souls of sin ; You can see the mark on his red breast still Of fires that scorch as he drops it in . " My poor Bron ... soul with trust unshaken In that Being who has taken Care for every living thing , In summer , winter , fall , and ...
... souls of sin ; You can see the mark on his red breast still Of fires that scorch as he drops it in . " My poor Bron ... soul with trust unshaken In that Being who has taken Care for every living thing , In summer , winter , fall , and ...
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... soul ! That fought so well for Spain ; I'd rather half my land were gone , So thou wert here again ! " We bore the ... souls repose ! - WILLIAM EDMONDSTOUNE AYTOUN . BEAL ' AN DHUINE . FROM " THE LADY OF THE LAKE . " THERE is no breeze ...
... soul ! That fought so well for Spain ; I'd rather half my land were gone , So thou wert here again ! " We bore the ... souls repose ! - WILLIAM EDMONDSTOUNE AYTOUN . BEAL ' AN DHUINE . FROM " THE LADY OF THE LAKE . " THERE is no breeze ...
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... soul of the brier ; we grew White handkerchiefs wave before me - O , but at the root of a tree the sight is pretty Where lovers would come in the twilight , two On the white marble steps , as we march through ever , for company . the ...
... soul of the brier ; we grew White handkerchiefs wave before me - O , but at the root of a tree the sight is pretty Where lovers would come in the twilight , two On the white marble steps , as we march through ever , for company . the ...
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... soul ! A red clay flower - pot , rimmed with gold so neatly ! What ask you for the bowl ? " " O sir , that bowl for worlds I would not part with ; A brave man gave it me , Who won it - now what think you ? —of a bashaw At Belgrade's ...
... soul ! A red clay flower - pot , rimmed with gold so neatly ! What ask you for the bowl ? " " O sir , that bowl for worlds I would not part with ; A brave man gave it me , Who won it - now what think you ? —of a bashaw At Belgrade's ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway arms beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fell flowers frae glory gold grave gray green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Kilmeny king kiss land Lars Porsena light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning ne'er never nevermore night o'er Osawatomie peace roar ROBERT BURNS rock rose round shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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555 ページ - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean ! — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain¡; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore : — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
622 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.
780 ページ - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
655 ページ - 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 !
444 ページ - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
594 ページ - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
555 ページ - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and...
662 ページ - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
791 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.
530 ページ - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...