A New Library of Poetry and Song, المجلد 2Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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الصفحة 431
... strong , The green turf trembling as they bound along Adown the slope , then up the hillock climb , Where every mole - hill is a bed of thyme , Then , panting , stop ; yet scarcely can refrain , - A bird , a leaf , will set them off ...
... strong , The green turf trembling as they bound along Adown the slope , then up the hillock climb , Where every mole - hill is a bed of thyme , Then , panting , stop ; yet scarcely can refrain , - A bird , a leaf , will set them off ...
الصفحة 445
... strong to fight the storm , And buffet with the breakers on the reef , The parents put them to severer proof : On beetling rocks the little ones were marshaled ; There , by endearments , stripes , example , urged To try the void ...
... strong to fight the storm , And buffet with the breakers on the reef , The parents put them to severer proof : On beetling rocks the little ones were marshaled ; There , by endearments , stripes , example , urged To try the void ...
الصفحة 447
... strong masts shake like quivering reeds ; The mighty cables and iron chains , The hull , which all earthly strength disdains , They strain and they crack ; and hearts like stone Their natural , hard , proud strength disown . Up and down ...
... strong masts shake like quivering reeds ; The mighty cables and iron chains , The hull , which all earthly strength disdains , They strain and they crack ; and hearts like stone Their natural , hard , proud strength disown . Up and down ...
الصفحة 449
... strong At your clear hearts ; and both seem given to earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song , In doors and out , summer and winter , mirth . THE CRICKET . - LEIGH HUNT . LITTLE inmate , full of mirth , Chirping on my kitchen ...
... strong At your clear hearts ; and both seem given to earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song , In doors and out , summer and winter , mirth . THE CRICKET . - LEIGH HUNT . LITTLE inmate , full of mirth , Chirping on my kitchen ...
الصفحة 456
... strong , Arrows a cloth - yard long , That like to serpents stung , Piercing the weather ; None from his fellow starts , But playing manly parts , And , like true English hearts , Stuck close together . --- When down their bows they ...
... strong , Arrows a cloth - yard long , That like to serpents stung , Piercing the weather ; None from his fellow starts , But playing manly parts , And , like true English hearts , Stuck close together . --- When down their bows they ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway arms beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fell flowers frae glory gold grave gray green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Kilmeny king kiss land Lars Porsena light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning ne'er never nevermore night o'er Osawatomie peace roar ROBERT BURNS rock rose round shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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الصفحة 555 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean ! — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain¡; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore : — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
الصفحة 622 - 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 780 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
الصفحة 655 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
الصفحة 444 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
الصفحة 594 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
الصفحة 555 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and...
الصفحة 662 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
الصفحة 791 - 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 530 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...