The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant "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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... soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living souls ; ye birds ...
... soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living souls ; ye birds ...
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... soft gray hair , Could the mute and stiffened lips Move again in pleading prayer , Still , aye still , the words would be , " Let me hide myself in Thee . " PROF . EDWARD H. RICE THE SPIRIT - LAND . FATHER ! thy wonders do POEMS OF ...
... soft gray hair , Could the mute and stiffened lips Move again in pleading prayer , Still , aye still , the words would be , " Let me hide myself in Thee . " PROF . EDWARD H. RICE THE SPIRIT - LAND . FATHER ! thy wonders do POEMS OF ...
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... soft and gray . Only waiting till the reapers Have the last sheaf gathered home , For the summer time is faded , And the autumn winds have come . Quickly , reapers ! gather quickly The last ripe hours of my heart , For the bloom of life ...
... soft and gray . Only waiting till the reapers Have the last sheaf gathered home , For the summer time is faded , And the autumn winds have come . Quickly , reapers ! gather quickly The last ripe hours of my heart , For the bloom of life ...
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... soft and soul - like sounds ! And they too have a voice , yon piles of snow , And in their perilous fall shall thunder , God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles ...
... soft and soul - like sounds ! And they too have a voice , yon piles of snow , And in their perilous fall shall thunder , God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles ...
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... soft lights and shadows fall , And all the slow , sleep - walking hours Glide soundless over grass and flowers ! From time and place and form apart , Its holy ground the human heart , Nor ritual - bound nor templeward Walks the free ...
... soft lights and shadows fall , And all the slow , sleep - walking hours Glide soundless over grass and flowers ! From time and place and form apart , Its holy ground the human heart , Nor ritual - bound nor templeward Walks the free ...
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Page 563 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Page 501 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 725 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Page 717 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 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!
Page 404 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive...
Page 687 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 473 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Page 721 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. " See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to. set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 629 - While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.