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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... Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly! John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as ...
... , shall part, where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. —T. CAMPBELL THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH Under a spreading chestnut tree The village HOHENLINDEN.
... Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily,— 'O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.” —“If, Maiden, thou wouldst ...
... Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.” Chorus Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green. And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen. —SIR W ...
... beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Look'd soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her sides Like the ...