A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 1Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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... words , " show no small power of poetic expression . " The inclination to express themselves in poetic form reappeared in Dr. Howard's grandchildren . Dr. Bryant wrote many songs and love stanzas in his younger days , and some satirical ...
... words , " show no small power of poetic expression . " The inclination to express themselves in poetic form reappeared in Dr. Howard's grandchildren . Dr. Bryant wrote many songs and love stanzas in his younger days , and some satirical ...
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... words , the boy was made to gather the twigs intended for his own castigation . 66 The awe in which the boys of that time held their parents extended to all elderly per- sons , toward whom our behavior was more than merely respectful ...
... words , the boy was made to gather the twigs intended for his own castigation . 66 The awe in which the boys of that time held their parents extended to all elderly per- sons , toward whom our behavior was more than merely respectful ...
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... words with a barbarous pen . " He could not like it , and his aversion for it daily increased . With Slender he could say , " if there be no great love in the beginning , yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance . " His visit ...
... words with a barbarous pen . " He could not like it , and his aversion for it daily increased . With Slender he could say , " if there be no great love in the beginning , yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance . " His visit ...
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... words , and was followed by Ralph Waldo Emerson , Richard H. Dana , Jr. , and William M. Evarts , in equally felicitous addresses . Miss Sedgwick , Mrs. Sherwood , the elder Dana , Edward Everett , Halleck , Longfellow , Lowell ...
... words , and was followed by Ralph Waldo Emerson , Richard H. Dana , Jr. , and William M. Evarts , in equally felicitous addresses . Miss Sedgwick , Mrs. Sherwood , the elder Dana , Edward Everett , Halleck , Longfellow , Lowell ...
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... words best show how it happened that Mr. Bryant became the sponsor of this book , which in its various editions has already taken his name into nearly a hundred thousand American homes . " At the request of the publishers , " he says ...
... words best show how it happened that Mr. Bryant became the sponsor of this book , which in its various editions has already taken his name into nearly a hundred thousand American homes . " At the request of the publishers , " he says ...
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Page 49 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 425 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 301 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Page 242 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 243 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 324 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Page 306 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 284 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 236 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Page 236 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.