The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 pages "A comprehensive exhibit of poetic literature" -- Preface. A collection of English and American poetry on topics such as nature and childhood. |
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... brave ; The other cast away , she only gave . " TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY . " Two went to pray ? O , rather say , One went to brag , the other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high , Where the other dares not lend his ...
... brave ; The other cast away , she only gave . " TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY . " Two went to pray ? O , rather say , One went to brag , the other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high , Where the other dares not lend his ...
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... brave soul : Exalt the poore , They can do more . Moon , that now meets the orient sun , now fliest , O , raise me then ! poore bees , that work all day , With the fixed stars , fixed in their orb that flies , And ye five other ...
... brave soul : Exalt the poore , They can do more . Moon , that now meets the orient sun , now fliest , O , raise me then ! poore bees , that work all day , With the fixed stars , fixed in their orb that flies , And ye five other ...
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... brave . Much curiousnesse is a perpetual wooing ; Nothing , with labor ; folly , long a doing . When once thy foot enters the church , be bare . God is more there than thou ; for thou art there Only by his permission . Then beware , And ...
... brave . Much curiousnesse is a perpetual wooing ; Nothing , with labor ; folly , long a doing . When once thy foot enters the church , be bare . God is more there than thou ; for thou art there Only by his permission . Then beware , And ...
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... bravery , that delights our eyes , Is but thy several liveries ; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st , Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st . A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'st ; A crown of studded gold thou ...
... bravery , that delights our eyes , Is but thy several liveries ; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st , Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st . A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'st ; A crown of studded gold thou ...
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... Brave chanticleer shows haughtiest air ; Hurls his shrill vaunt with lofty bend ; Lifts foot , glares round , then follows where His scratching , picking partlets wend . Staid Towser scents the glittering ground ; Then , yawning , draws ...
... Brave chanticleer shows haughtiest air ; Hurls his shrill vaunt with lofty bend ; Lifts foot , glares round , then follows where His scratching , picking partlets wend . Staid Towser scents the glittering ground ; Then , yawning , draws ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fear feet flowers gleam glory golden grace grave gray green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land Lars Porsena light living lone look Lord LORD BYRON lord of Ross loud mighty moon morning mountain murmur never night o'er ocean Paradise Lost peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise roar rocks rose round Samian wine SHAKESPEARE shine shore silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars steed stood storm stream summer sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thought toil tree voice wave weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings woods
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Page 563 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Page 501 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 725 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Page 717 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 404 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive...
Page 687 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 473 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Page 721 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. " See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to. set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 629 - While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.