A New Library of Poetry and Song, Zväzok 2Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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Strana 431
William Cullen Bryant. TO A MOUSE , ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOW , NOVEMBER , 1785 . WEE , sleekit , cow ... turned out , for a ' thy trouble , But house or hald , To thole the winter's sleety dribble , An ' cranreuch cauld ...
William Cullen Bryant. TO A MOUSE , ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOW , NOVEMBER , 1785 . WEE , sleekit , cow ... turned out , for a ' thy trouble , But house or hald , To thole the winter's sleety dribble , An ' cranreuch cauld ...
Strana 433
... Turned all the air to music within hearing , Themselves unseen ; while bolder quiristers On loftiest branches strained their clarion - pipes , And made the forest echo to their screams Discordant , yet there was no discord there , But ...
... Turned all the air to music within hearing , Themselves unseen ; while bolder quiristers On loftiest branches strained their clarion - pipes , And made the forest echo to their screams Discordant , yet there was no discord there , But ...
Strana 455
... turned , ... and on their heads Main promontories flung , which in the air Came shadowing , and oppressed whole legions armed ; Among the accursed , that withered all their strength , And of their wonted vigor left them drained ...
... turned , ... and on their heads Main promontories flung , which in the air Came shadowing , and oppressed whole legions armed ; Among the accursed , that withered all their strength , And of their wonted vigor left them drained ...
Strana 458
... turned aside From the Cross in jeopardie ! " Have down , have down , my merry men all , Have down unto the plain ; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the fields of Spain ! " " Now welcome to me , noble lord , Thou and thy stalwart ...
... turned aside From the Cross in jeopardie ! " Have down , have down , my merry men all , Have down unto the plain ; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the fields of Spain ! " " Now welcome to me , noble lord , Thou and thy stalwart ...
Strana 461
... turned from all she brought to those she could not bring . I turned to thee , to thousands , of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make They mourn , but smile at length ; and , WAR . 461.
... turned from all she brought to those she could not bring . I turned to thee , to thousands , of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make They mourn , but smile at length ; and , WAR . 461.
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Strana 555 - 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...
Strana 622 - 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 780 - 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...
Strana 655 - 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 !
Strana 444 - 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.
Strana 594 - 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.
Strana 555 - 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...
Strana 662 - 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.
Strana 791 - 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 530 - 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...