A New Library of Poetry and Song, المجلد 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 454
... tears ; More sacred than in life , and lovelier far For having perished in the front of war . From the Greek of TYRTÆUS , by THOMAS CAMPBELL . And in fierce hosting meet , who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous ...
... tears ; More sacred than in life , and lovelier far For having perished in the front of war . From the Greek of TYRTÆUS , by THOMAS CAMPBELL . And in fierce hosting meet , who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous ...
الصفحة 458
William Cullen Bryant. - The tear was in Sir Simon's eye As he wrung the warrior's hand , – " Betide me weal , betide me ... tears were in his eyne , " God's blessing on thee , noble knight , For this brave thought of thine ! " I know thy ...
William Cullen Bryant. - The tear was in Sir Simon's eye As he wrung the warrior's hand , – " Betide me weal , betide me ... tears were in his eyne , " God's blessing on thee , noble knight , For this brave thought of thine ! " I know thy ...
الصفحة 461
... tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings , such as press The life from out young hearts , and choking sighs Which ne'er ...
... tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings , such as press The life from out young hearts , and choking sighs Which ne'er ...
الصفحة 469
... me min ' o ' your buikies lang syne , An ' mindin ' o ' it a ' the tears begin to fa ' , An ' whiddie , whuddie , whaddie , gang the auld wheels twa . Then a bull roars fra ' the scaur , ilka WAR . 469 Come out, my good sword, come! ...
... me min ' o ' your buikies lang syne , An ' mindin ' o ' it a ' the tears begin to fa ' , An ' whiddie , whuddie , whaddie , gang the auld wheels twa . Then a bull roars fra ' the scaur , ilka WAR . 469 Come out, my good sword, come! ...
الصفحة 472
... tears , As the pipes played Auld Lang Syne . ROBERT LOWELL , HUDIBRAS ' SWORD AND DAGGER . His puissant sword unto his side Near his undaunted heart was tied , With basket hilt that would hold broth , And serve for fight and dinner both ...
... tears , As the pipes played Auld Lang Syne . ROBERT LOWELL , HUDIBRAS ' SWORD AND DAGGER . His puissant sword unto his side Near his undaunted heart was tied , With basket hilt that would hold broth , And serve for fight and dinner both ...
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الصفحة 626 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
الصفحة 815 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
الصفحة 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
الصفحة 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
الصفحة 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
الصفحة 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
الصفحة 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
الصفحة 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
الصفحة 709 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
الصفحة 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...