The Blue Poetry BookGraphic Arts Books, 2021. jún. 8. - 356 oldal Poetry is the language of the human nature, a beautiful tool to express every thought and feeling. Searching through different cultures, languages, and historical moments, Andrew Lang carefully crafted this diverse collection of poetry, translating and editing the lyrics of highly esteemed poets. Accepting only the finest of the craft, The Blue Poetry Book features some of humankind’s most magnificent poems, spanning across centuries and cultures. This diverse collection features works with rhythm, stanzas, and figurative language that remain embedded in the wit and heart of readers, immortalized as a whisper in the mind, present long after the collection’s conclusion. Comprised of over one-hundred poems, The Blue Poetry Book is a collection of poems assembled by Andrew Lang. Featuring the work of celebrated poets such as William Wordsworth, Walter Scott, William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe, Shakespeare, and more, this immense medley of poems unites legendary writers from different generations, representing their work under one language. Each poet is represented not only in their work, but in a short biography, written by the scholar Robert McWilliam, detailing their life and career. With masterful poems and intimate details of the authors’ lives, The Blue Poetry Book is both an entertaining collection and an invaluable educational resource, suitable for both children and adults. This edition of The Blue Poetry Book by Andrew Lang and Robert McWilliam now features a stunning new cover design and is printed in a font that is both modern and readable. With these accommodations, this edition of The Blue Poetry Book creates an accessible and pleasant reading experience for modern audiences while restoring the original precision and excellence of Andrew Lang’s work. |
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... Twas Nature, sir, whose strong behest Impell'd me to the deed. Yet much as Nature I respect, I ventured once to break (As you perhaps may recollect) Her precept for your sake; And when your linnet on a day, Passing his prison door, Had ...
... Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing;— The waters wild went o'er his child,— And he was left lamenting. —T. CAMPBELL THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER When my mother died I was very young,. 1. The evil spirit of the waters ...
... Twas on those little silver feet: With what a pretty skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race; And when 't had left me far away 'Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the ...
... Twas Autumn,—and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft ...
... Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, The wine is left behind. Good lack! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise ...