The Library of Poetry and Song, 3권William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100페이지 "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 strewed the ground ; And he came at noon , that Gardener old , And he raked them gently under the mould . And I wove the thing to a random rhyme : For the Rose is Beauty ; the Gardener , Time . AUSTIN DOBSON . I hear in my heart ...
... Rose strewed the ground ; And he came at noon , that Gardener old , And he raked them gently under the mould . And I wove the thing to a random rhyme : For the Rose is Beauty ; the Gardener , Time . AUSTIN DOBSON . I hear in my heart ...
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... rose From fair to foul , from foul to fair : The golden crown he did not spare , Nor scorn the beggar's clothes . Of heirloom jewels , prized so much , Were many changed to chips and clods ; And even statues of the Gods Crumbled beneath ...
... rose From fair to foul , from foul to fair : The golden crown he did not spare , Nor scorn the beggar's clothes . Of heirloom jewels , prized so much , Were many changed to chips and clods ; And even statues of the Gods Crumbled beneath ...
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... rose to upper air ; And Nature gladly gave them place , Adopted them into her race , And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat . These temples grew as grows the grass ; Art might obey , but not surpass . The passive ...
... rose to upper air ; And Nature gladly gave them place , Adopted them into her race , And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat . These temples grew as grows the grass ; Art might obey , but not surpass . The passive ...
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... ROSE - BUSH . A CHILD sleeps under a rose - bush fair , The buds swell out in the soft May air ; Sweetly it rests , and on dream - wings flies To play with the angels in Paradise . And the years glide by . A Maiden stands by the rose ...
... ROSE - BUSH . A CHILD sleeps under a rose - bush fair , The buds swell out in the soft May air ; Sweetly it rests , and on dream - wings flies To play with the angels in Paradise . And the years glide by . A Maiden stands by the rose ...
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... a means unto an end ; that end , Beginning , mean , and end to all things , -God . The dead have all the glory of the world . PHILIP JAMES BAILEY . LIFE . My life is like the summer rose , 742 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION .
... a means unto an end ; that end , Beginning , mean , and end to all things , -God . The dead have all the glory of the world . PHILIP JAMES BAILEY . LIFE . My life is like the summer rose , 742 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION .
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bear beauty beneath blood Book breath bright cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fame fancy fear feel fell give gold grave gray half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN King lady land leaves light live look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure poor POPE pride rest rise rose round seemed seen SHAKESPEARE side sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars stood stream strong sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till true turned voice waves wild wind wings young
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798 페이지 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
920 페이지 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
858 페이지 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
822 페이지 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
876 페이지 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
737 페이지 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
822 페이지 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
812 페이지 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
876 페이지 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
853 페이지 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...