The Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 巻William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 ページ "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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... round ; she makes my diet greater ; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore : But , Lord of oceans , when compared with thee , What is the ocean or her wealth to me ? To heaven's high city I direct my journey , Whose spangled suburbs ...
... round ; she makes my diet greater ; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore : But , Lord of oceans , when compared with thee , What is the ocean or her wealth to me ? To heaven's high city I direct my journey , Whose spangled suburbs ...
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... round us found ; In losing thee are all things lost beside ; Ears have we , but in vain strange voices sound ; And to our eyes the vision is denied . We wander in the country far remote , Mid tombs and ruined piles in death to dwell ...
... round us found ; In losing thee are all things lost beside ; Ears have we , but in vain strange voices sound ; And to our eyes the vision is denied . We wander in the country far remote , Mid tombs and ruined piles in death to dwell ...
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... round my pathway roar , Do ye not know some spot Where mortals weep no more ? Some lone and pleasant dell , Some valley in the west , Where , free from toil and pain , The weary soul may rest ? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low ...
... round my pathway roar , Do ye not know some spot Where mortals weep no more ? Some lone and pleasant dell , Some valley in the west , Where , free from toil and pain , The weary soul may rest ? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low ...
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... round : Let not this weak , unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw , And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe . If I am right , thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong , O , teach my heart To find ...
... round : Let not this weak , unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw , And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe . If I am right , thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong , O , teach my heart To find ...
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... round our altar beams , And mute are timbrel , harp , and horn . But thou hast said , " The blood of goat , The flesh of rams , I will not prize ; A contrite heart , a humble thought , Are mine accepted sacrifice . " SIR WALTER SCOTT ...
... round our altar beams , And mute are timbrel , harp , and horn . But thou hast said , " The blood of goat , The flesh of rams , I will not prize ; A contrite heart , a humble thought , Are mine accepted sacrifice . " SIR WALTER SCOTT ...
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563 ページ - 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,...
501 ページ - 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.
725 ページ - 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!
717 ページ - 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!
404 ページ - 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...
687 ページ - 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.
473 ページ - 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.
607 ページ - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
721 ページ - 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.
629 ページ - 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.