The Library of Poetry and Song, Tom 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 "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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... grave's long slumber breaking , Man to judgment is awaking . On the written Volume's pages , Life is shown in all its stages Judgment - record of past ages . Sits the Judge , the raised arraigning , Darkest mysteries explaining ...
... grave's long slumber breaking , Man to judgment is awaking . On the written Volume's pages , Life is shown in all its stages Judgment - record of past ages . Sits the Judge , the raised arraigning , Darkest mysteries explaining ...
Strona 358
... grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within thy fold , - From thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn litany ! By thine hour of dire ...
... grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within thy fold , - From thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn litany ! By thine hour of dire ...
Strona 359
... grave , Save , O , save ! From the world's temptations ; From tribulations ; From that fierce anguish Wherein we languish ; From that torpor deep Wherein we lie asleep , Heavy as death , cold as the grave , – Save , O , save ! When the ...
... grave , Save , O , save ! From the world's temptations ; From tribulations ; From that fierce anguish Wherein we languish ; From that torpor deep Wherein we lie asleep , Heavy as death , cold as the grave , – Save , O , save ! When the ...
Strona 360
... grave , Save , O , save ! In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let his eye See sin but through my tears . PHINEAS FLETCHER . MATTHEW ARNOLD . MY GOD , I LOVE THEE . My God , I love thee ! not because I hope for heaven ...
... grave , Save , O , save ! In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let his eye See sin but through my tears . PHINEAS FLETCHER . MATTHEW ARNOLD . MY GOD , I LOVE THEE . My God , I love thee ! not because I hope for heaven ...
Strona 365
... Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ! where is thy sting ? PRAYER . ALEXANDER POPE . O GOD ! though sorrow be my fate , And the world's hate For my heart's faith pursue me , My peace they cannot take away ; From day to day Thou dost ...
... Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ! where is thy sting ? PRAYER . ALEXANDER POPE . O GOD ! though sorrow be my fate , And the world's hate For my heart's faith pursue me , My peace they cannot take away ; From day to day Thou dost ...
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Strona 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,...
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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!
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Strona 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.
Strona 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.