A New Library of Poetry and Song, Zväzok 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 strán (strany) |
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Strana 454
... young wife participate his woe ; While , scorned and scowled upon by every face , They pine for food , and beg from place to place . In dusky wreaths , reluctant flames , the sign Of wrath awaked ; nor with less dread the loud Ethereal ...
... young wife participate his woe ; While , scorned and scowled upon by every face , They pine for food , and beg from place to place . In dusky wreaths , reluctant flames , the sign Of wrath awaked ; nor with less dread the loud Ethereal ...
Strana 461
... young hearts , and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : who would guess If evermore should meet those mutual eyes , Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ! And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed , The ...
... young hearts , and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : who would guess If evermore should meet those mutual eyes , Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ! And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed , The ...
Strana 468
... young German soldier , scholar , poet , and patriot . He was born at Dresden in the autumn of 1791 , and fell in battle for his country at the early age of twenty - two . The " Sword Song , " so called , was written in his pocket - book ...
... young German soldier , scholar , poet , and patriot . He was born at Dresden in the autumn of 1791 , and fell in battle for his country at the early age of twenty - two . The " Sword Song , " so called , was written in his pocket - book ...
Strana 473
... watch it rise no more , Doomed by himself so young ? Yes , honor calls ! -with strength like steel He put the vision by ; • " The Buffs " are the East Kent regiment . Let dusky Indians whine and kneel , An English lad WAR . 473.
... watch it rise no more , Doomed by himself so young ? Yes , honor calls ! -with strength like steel He put the vision by ; • " The Buffs " are the East Kent regiment . Let dusky Indians whine and kneel , An English lad WAR . 473.
Strana 479
... young boy , with small hands meekly folded on his breast . Death had touched him very gently , and he lay as if in sleep ; Even his mother scarce had shuddered at that slumber calm and deep . For a smile of wondrous sweetness lent a ...
... young boy , with small hands meekly folded on his breast . Death had touched him very gently , and he lay as if in sleep ; Even his mother scarce had shuddered at that slumber calm and deep . For a smile of wondrous sweetness lent a ...
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Strana 626 - 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.
Strana 815 - 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.
Strana 556 - 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.
Strana 783 - 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.
Strana 709 - 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...
Strana 461 - 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!
Strana 818 - 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...
Strana 723 - 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.
Strana 709 - 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...
Strana 657 - 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...