A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsWilliam Cullen Bryant Ford, 1873 - 789 sider |
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... Sorrow ( King Lear ) 696 656 690 233 Perfection ( King John ) 575 Portia and Brutus ( Julius Cæsar ) 130 Portia's Picture ( Merchant of Venice ) · 40 Christmas in Olden Time Clan - Alpine , Fiery Cross of . Clan - Alpine , Song of ...
... Sorrow ( King Lear ) 696 656 690 233 Perfection ( King John ) 575 Portia and Brutus ( Julius Cæsar ) 130 Portia's Picture ( Merchant of Venice ) · 40 Christmas in Olden Time Clan - Alpine , Fiery Cross of . Clan - Alpine , Song of ...
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... sorrow , and unsoiled by sin ; ( My dear , the child is swallowing a pin ! ) Thou little tricksy Puck ! With antic toys so funnily bestuck , Light as the singing bird that rings the air , ( The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the ...
... sorrow , and unsoiled by sin ; ( My dear , the child is swallowing a pin ! ) Thou little tricksy Puck ! With antic toys so funnily bestuck , Light as the singing bird that rings the air , ( The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the ...
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... sorrow , wrong , and ruth , In thy heart the dew of youth , On thy lips the smile of truth . O , that dew , like balm , shall steal Into wounds that cannot heal , Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile , like sunshine , dart ...
... sorrow , wrong , and ruth , In thy heart the dew of youth , On thy lips the smile of truth . O , that dew , like balm , shall steal Into wounds that cannot heal , Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile , like sunshine , dart ...
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... sorrow , " Whose weal and woe were thine , - It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow , • - But I've in vain essayed it , And feel I cannot now . While memory bids me weep thee , Nor thoughts nor words are free , The grief is ...
... sorrow , " Whose weal and woe were thine , - It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow , • - But I've in vain essayed it , And feel I cannot now . While memory bids me weep thee , Nor thoughts nor words are free , The grief is ...
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... sorrow better : - Portia is dead . CAS . Ha ! Portia ? BRU . She is dead . CAS . How ' scaped I killing , when I crossed you so ? - O insupportable and touching loss ! Upon what sickness ? BRU . Impatient of my absence , And grief that ...
... sorrow better : - Portia is dead . CAS . Ha ! Portia ? BRU . She is dead . CAS . How ' scaped I killing , when I crossed you so ? - O insupportable and touching loss ! Upon what sickness ? BRU . Impatient of my absence , And grief that ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear flowers gentle gone grave green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Side 572 - 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.
Side 192 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Side 639 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Side 42 - 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.
Side 617 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Side 33 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 620 - And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly...
Side 580 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 244 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Side 293 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...