A New Library of Poetry and Song, Tom 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 |
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Strona 453
... wave ; And the full city , warm , from street to street And shop to shop responsive , rings of him . Nor joys one land alone ; his praise extends Far as the sun rolls the diffusive day ; Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of peace ...
... wave ; And the full city , warm , from street to street And shop to shop responsive , rings of him . Nor joys one land alone ; his praise extends Far as the sun rolls the diffusive day ; Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of peace ...
Strona 458
... wave , To lay it in the holy soil Hard by the Saviour's grave . " True pilgrims we , by land or sea , Where danger bars the way ; And therefore are we here , Lord King , To ride with thee this day ! " The King has bent his stately head ...
... wave , To lay it in the holy soil Hard by the Saviour's grave . " True pilgrims we , by land or sea , Where danger bars the way ; And therefore are we here , Lord King , To ride with thee this day ! " The King has bent his stately head ...
Strona 459
... crest of Mar , I see the Moray's silver star Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war , That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero boune for battle strife , Or bard of martial lay , ' T were worth ten years of peaceful life , WAR . 459.
... crest of Mar , I see the Moray's silver star Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war , That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero boune for battle strife , Or bard of martial lay , ' T were worth ten years of peaceful life , WAR . 459.
Strona 460
... wave their flags abroad ; Scarce the frail aspen seemed to quake , That shadowed o'er their road . Their vawrd scouts no tidings bring , Can rouse no lurking foe , Nor spy a trace of living thing , Save when they stirred the roe ; The ...
... wave their flags abroad ; Scarce the frail aspen seemed to quake , That shadowed o'er their road . Their vawrd scouts no tidings bring , Can rouse no lurking foe , Nor spy a trace of living thing , Save when they stirred the roe ; The ...
Strona 461
... waves above them her green leaves , - Dewy with nature's tear - drops , as they pass , Grieving , if aught inanimate e'er grieves , Over the unreturning brave , — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them ...
... waves above them her green leaves , - Dewy with nature's tear - drops , as they pass , Grieving , if aught inanimate e'er grieves , Over the unreturning brave , — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them ...
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Strona 626 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Strona 815 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Strona 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Strona 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Strona 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Strona 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Strona 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Strona 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strona 709 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Strona 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...