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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... And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armèd men, Their trampling sounded nearer.—“O haste thee, haste!” the lady cries, “Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.
... round her lover. “Come back! come back!” he cried in grief, “Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!—oh my daughter!”— 'Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing;— The ...
... round went the wheels; Were never folks so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side, Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got in haste to ride, But soon came down again. For ...
... round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back;— Their shots along the deep slowly boom;— Then ceased—and all is wail ...
... Round the sick and dreary. Roses, gathered for a vase, In that chamber died apace, Beam and breeze resigning—This dog only, waited on, Knowing that when light is gone, Love remains for shining. Other dogs in thymy dew Tracked the hares ...