The Library of Poetry and Song, Volumen1William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 páginas "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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... rose ; Out of the rose , the scent The wood - wind blows . Out of the years a faith ; Out of life's travail truth ; Out of the heart , the charm Of ageless youth . ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH . From The Independent , 1912 . THE RED CROSS ...
... rose ; Out of the rose , the scent The wood - wind blows . Out of the years a faith ; Out of life's travail truth ; Out of the heart , the charm Of ageless youth . ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH . From The Independent , 1912 . THE RED CROSS ...
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... rose of peace shall blow from the red rose of strife , America shall write his name into the Book of Life . And when at Armageddon we battle with the sword Shall fise the mystic commonwealth , the City of the Lord . GEORGE SYLVESTER ...
... rose of peace shall blow from the red rose of strife , America shall write his name into the Book of Life . And when at Armageddon we battle with the sword Shall fise the mystic commonwealth , the City of the Lord . GEORGE SYLVESTER ...
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... rose from strife serenely And passed , through storied Greece , to calm Renown . Published first in The Dallas News . CLYDE WALTON HILL . FELLOWSHIP OF BOOKS I care not who the man may be , Nor how his tasks may fret him , Nor where he ...
... rose from strife serenely And passed , through storied Greece , to calm Renown . Published first in The Dallas News . CLYDE WALTON HILL . FELLOWSHIP OF BOOKS I care not who the man may be , Nor how his tasks may fret him , Nor where he ...
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... rose Of golden minstrelsy ? " Then spake the ghost of Oscar Wilde While shrill the night hawk cried : " Sweet singer of the race that bare Him of the Wounded Side , ( I loved them not on earth , but men Change somehow , having died ) ...
... rose Of golden minstrelsy ? " Then spake the ghost of Oscar Wilde While shrill the night hawk cried : " Sweet singer of the race that bare Him of the Wounded Side , ( I loved them not on earth , but men Change somehow , having died ) ...
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... rose a vision of that hall Whereof great Milton is the mighty wall , Shakespeare the dome with incense redolent , Each latter singer precious ornament , And Holy Writ the groundwork , bearing all . " Lord . " sobbed I , " take Thy ...
... rose a vision of that hall Whereof great Milton is the mighty wall , Shakespeare the dome with incense redolent , Each latter singer precious ornament , And Holy Writ the groundwork , bearing all . " Lord . " sobbed I , " take Thy ...
Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON angels baby Baby Bell beauty birds blessed bliss blue blush Blynken bonny bosom breast breath bright brow charm cheek child cold dark dead dear death doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers frae gentle grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hour JEAN INGELOW kiss lady light lips live look love thee love's lover machree maid maiden morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost ROBERT BURNS Robin Adair rose round SHAKESPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tell There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice weary weep whisper WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 317 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 130 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 297 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Página 306 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 286 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Página 145 - Of hair-breadth scapes i" the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Página 317 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 234 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 311 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Página 115 - 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.