The Library of Poetry and Song, Band 1William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 Seiten "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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... breathing , vernal air " 126 144 141 422 " O , snatched away in beauty's bloom " From : -Conquest by Flight , 205 : On the Duke Pantheon ( Childe Harold ) of Buckingham , 309 , " Think not cause men Picture of Death , A ( The Giaour ) ...
... breathing , vernal air " 126 144 141 422 " O , snatched away in beauty's bloom " From : -Conquest by Flight , 205 : On the Duke Pantheon ( Childe Harold ) of Buckingham , 309 , " Think not cause men Picture of Death , A ( The Giaour ) ...
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... breathe not his name 921 England , 1818-1866 . Orator Puff Origin of the Harp . The 962 Art thou Weary ? ( From the Latin of St. 865 Stephen the Sabcite ) 422 451 Temple to Friendship , A " Those evening bells ' " Tis the last rose of ...
... breathe not his name 921 England , 1818-1866 . Orator Puff Origin of the Harp . The 962 Art thou Weary ? ( From the Latin of St. 865 Stephen the Sabcite ) 422 451 Temple to Friendship , A " Those evening bells ' " Tis the last rose of ...
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... breath " 296 tion , 312 , 347- Song of Wood Nymphs 835 Stormy Petrel , The . 453 POPE , ALEXANDER . England , 1685-1744 . Addison ( Prologue to The Satires ) . Belinda ( The Rape of the Lock ) 128 Dying Christian to his Soul , The White ...
... breath " 296 tion , 312 , 347- Song of Wood Nymphs 835 Stormy Petrel , The . 453 POPE , ALEXANDER . England , 1685-1744 . Addison ( Prologue to The Satires ) . Belinda ( The Rape of the Lock ) 128 Dying Christian to his Soul , The White ...
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... air , A wistful wind , or ( I suppose Sent by some hapless boy ) a rose , With breath too sweet , will whisper low The very thing you should not know ! SARAH M. B. PIATT . And bluer waves danced on the sea When baby Zulma.
... air , A wistful wind , or ( I suppose Sent by some hapless boy ) a rose , With breath too sweet , will whisper low The very thing you should not know ! SARAH M. B. PIATT . And bluer waves danced on the sea When baby Zulma.
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... breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; SAMUEL LOVER . MOTHER AND CHILD . THE wind blew wide the casement , and within - It was the loveliest ...
... breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; SAMUEL LOVER . MOTHER AND CHILD . THE wind blew wide the casement , and within - It was the loveliest ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 317 - 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.
Seite 130 - 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.
Seite 297 - 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?
Seite 306 - 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?
Seite 286 - 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.
Seite 145 - 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.
Seite 317 - 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.
Seite 234 - 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
Seite 311 - 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.
Seite 115 - 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.