The Library of Poetry and Song, 1±ÇWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100ÆäÀÌÁö "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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... Play . 108 True Love .. 206 Quarrelling 108 Tender Affection .. 206 Careless Childhood . 108 Constancy ... 206 .. Childish Days .... 108 Merry Youth .... 108 Inconstancy and Jealousy .. Possession .... 207 207 MARRIAGE . THE AFFECTIONS ...
... Play . 108 True Love .. 206 Quarrelling 108 Tender Affection .. 206 Careless Childhood . 108 Constancy ... 206 .. Childish Days .... 108 Merry Youth .... 108 Inconstancy and Jealousy .. Possession .... 207 207 MARRIAGE . THE AFFECTIONS ...
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... play , There drifts the dim and delicate perfume That once was you , come dreamily astray . Behind what thin and shadowy doors you wait That such frail things as these should set you free ! When all my need , like armies at a gate ...
... play , There drifts the dim and delicate perfume That once was you , come dreamily astray . Behind what thin and shadowy doors you wait That such frail things as these should set you free ! When all my need , like armies at a gate ...
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... play , And tenderness and beauty , And fellowship divinely rare , True friends who never doubt him , Unchanging love , and God above , Who keeps good books about him . EDGAR ALBERT GUEST . By permission of Mr. Guest's publishers , the ...
... play , And tenderness and beauty , And fellowship divinely rare , True friends who never doubt him , Unchanging love , and God above , Who keeps good books about him . EDGAR ALBERT GUEST . By permission of Mr. Guest's publishers , the ...
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... play , Dancin ' an ' a - skippin ' down a shinin ' silver road , An ' you an ' me a - watchin ' of ' em on a summer day . Here's a ship a - floatin ' in a dazzlin ' sea o ' white , Here's a head o ' Santy Claus , an ' here's a sojer hat ...
... play , Dancin ' an ' a - skippin ' down a shinin ' silver road , An ' you an ' me a - watchin ' of ' em on a summer day . Here's a ship a - floatin ' in a dazzlin ' sea o ' white , Here's a head o ' Santy Claus , an ' here's a sojer hat ...
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... play about the towers , And have no fears of enemies without- Sly little rogues who beg us for our sous . And is not Carcassonne more lovely now ? MARGARET TALBOTT STEVENS . From Interludes , Baltimore . GOD'S RIDING By night with ...
... play about the towers , And have no fears of enemies without- Sly little rogues who beg us for our sous . And is not Carcassonne more lovely now ? MARGARET TALBOTT STEVENS . From Interludes , Baltimore . GOD'S RIDING By night with ...
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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
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317 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
306 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
317 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.