The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 3William 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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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Page 728
... falls that many a gentle mind yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . * This is frequently attributed to William Byrd . Bartlett , how . ever , gives it to Sir Edward Dyer , referring to Hannah's Courtly Poets as authority , so ...
... falls that many a gentle mind yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . * This is frequently attributed to William Byrd . Bartlett , how . ever , gives it to Sir Edward Dyer , referring to Hannah's Courtly Poets as authority , so ...
Page 730
... fall back ; but alert to the saddle , Straight , grim , and abreast , vault our weather - worn , galloping legion , With stirrup - cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him . The road is through dolor and dread , over crags and ...
... fall back ; but alert to the saddle , Straight , grim , and abreast , vault our weather - worn , galloping legion , With stirrup - cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him . The road is through dolor and dread , over crags and ...
Page 734
... fall . Untrodden paths are then the best , Where the frequented are unsure ; And he comes soonest to his rest Whose journey has been most secure . It is content alone that makes Our pilgrimage a pleasure here ; And who buys sorrow ...
... fall . Untrodden paths are then the best , Where the frequented are unsure ; And he comes soonest to his rest Whose journey has been most secure . It is content alone that makes Our pilgrimage a pleasure here ; And who buys sorrow ...
Page 735
... Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be . Why should the vest on him allure , Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove ...
... Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be . Why should the vest on him allure , Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove ...
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Page 798 - 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.
Page 920 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 858 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 822 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 876 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 737 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 822 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 812 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Page 876 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
Page 853 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...