The Family Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Fords, Howard and Hulbert, 1880 - 1065 oldal |
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32. oldal
... give a reason for adding another to the collections of this nature , already in print . They abound in every language , for the simple reason that there is a demand for them . German literature , prolific as it is in verse , has many of ...
... give a reason for adding another to the collections of this nature , already in print . They abound in every language , for the simple reason that there is a demand for them . German literature , prolific as it is in verse , has many of ...
47. oldal
... give us . I remember being disgusted with this illustration of parental kindness , which I was obliged to listen to twice at least in every year . " The good man had , perhaps , less reason than he supposed to magnify the advantages of ...
... give us . I remember being disgusted with this illustration of parental kindness , which I was obliged to listen to twice at least in every year . " The good man had , perhaps , less reason than he supposed to magnify the advantages of ...
49. oldal
... give you some of my recollections of the college life of my classmate W. C. Bryant . It gives me great pleasure to comply with your request , so far as I am able ; but the short time during which he remained a member of the college ...
... give you some of my recollections of the college life of my classmate W. C. Bryant . It gives me great pleasure to comply with your request , so far as I am able ; but the short time during which he remained a member of the college ...
56. oldal
... give them a freshness and occasional glow in spite of their prevailing pro- priety and reserve . The reception which Mr. Bryant always met among literary men of distinction , especially in Great Britain , was a direct testimony to his ...
... give them a freshness and occasional glow in spite of their prevailing pro- priety and reserve . The reception which Mr. Bryant always met among literary men of distinction , especially in Great Britain , was a direct testimony to his ...
87. oldal
... give me back the gentle slumbers Those weary , happy days did leave ? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel , And with her blessing took her nightly kiss ; Whatever time destroys , he cannot this ; E'en now that nameless kiss I feel ...
... give me back the gentle slumbers Those weary , happy days did leave ? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel , And with her blessing took her nightly kiss ; Whatever time destroys , he cannot this ; E'en now that nameless kiss I feel ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom brave breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth England eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss lady land light lips live look Lord Merchant of Venice moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young
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514. oldal - for Aix is in sight!" " How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
116. oldal - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
208. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
115. oldal - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
415. oldal - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
404. oldal - Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee...
239. oldal - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
317. oldal - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
377. oldal - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
687. oldal - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place...