The Library of Poetry and Song, Zväzok 3William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 strán (strany) "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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Strana 732
... sings to me forever , earnest listener I ; State for state , with all attendants , who would change ? Not I. CHARLES MACKAY . THE WANTS OF MAN . " MAN wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " " T is not with me ...
... sings to me forever , earnest listener I ; State for state , with all attendants , who would change ? Not I. CHARLES MACKAY . THE WANTS OF MAN . " MAN wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " " T is not with me ...
Strana 742
... sing in age , as in youth they sung , And they laugh , for their cross was light . But , bead by bead , I tell The Rosary of my years ; From a cross-- to a cross they lead ; ' t is well , And they're blest with a blessing of tears ...
... sing in age , as in youth they sung , And they laugh , for their cross was light . But , bead by bead , I tell The Rosary of my years ; From a cross-- to a cross they lead ; ' t is well , And they're blest with a blessing of tears ...
Strana 743
... Sing , Summer sea , in silvery croon ! - In Noon's great gladness hush thy moan , In vast possession unbereft ; No music , haunting all thy tone , Can make me want the world I've left . HOPE . MARY CLEMMER . FROM " THE PLEASURES OF HOPE ...
... Sing , Summer sea , in silvery croon ! - In Noon's great gladness hush thy moan , In vast possession unbereft ; No music , haunting all thy tone , Can make me want the world I've left . HOPE . MARY CLEMMER . FROM " THE PLEASURES OF HOPE ...
Strana 746
... sings . The strong gods pine for my abode , And pine in vain the sacred Seven ; But thou , meek lover of the good ! Find me , and turn thy back on heaven . RALPH WALDO EMERSON . BRAHMA'S ANSWER . ONCE , when the days were ages , And the ...
... sings . The strong gods pine for my abode , And pine in vain the sacred Seven ; But thou , meek lover of the good ! Find me , and turn thy back on heaven . RALPH WALDO EMERSON . BRAHMA'S ANSWER . ONCE , when the days were ages , And the ...
Strana 754
... sing , Sing , and unbind my heart , that I may weep . " Whereat full willingly sang the little maid : " Late , late , so late ! and dark the night and chill ! Late , late , so late ! but we can enter still . Too late , too late ! Ye ...
... sing , Sing , and unbind my heart , that I may weep . " Whereat full willingly sang the little maid : " Late , late , so late ! and dark the night and chill ! Late , late , so late ! but we can enter still . Too late , too late ! Ye ...
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Strana 798 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Strana 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Strana 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Strana 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strana 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Strana 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Strana 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Strana 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...