The Library of Poetry and Song, Volum 2William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 sider "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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Side 353
... Lord in regal state , He , Judah's mystic Lion , He , Lamb Immaculate . O fields that know no sorrow ! O state that ... Lord shall be thy part ; His only , his forever , Thou shalt be , and thou art ! Exult , O dust and ashes ! The Lord ...
... Lord in regal state , He , Judah's mystic Lion , He , Lamb Immaculate . O fields that know no sorrow ! O state that ... Lord shall be thy part ; His only , his forever , Thou shalt be , and thou art ! Exult , O dust and ashes ! The Lord ...
Side 355
... Lord ; Through whose spirit sympathizing , Sorrowing and agonizing , Also passed the cruel sword . Oh how mournful and distressed Was that favored and most blessed Mother of the only Son , Trembling , grieving , bosom heaving , While ...
... Lord ; Through whose spirit sympathizing , Sorrowing and agonizing , Also passed the cruel sword . Oh how mournful and distressed Was that favored and most blessed Mother of the only Son , Trembling , grieving , bosom heaving , While ...
Side 356
... Lord , who cry to thee , And hold the Faith in unity , Thy precious gifts of charity ; That we may live in holiness , And find in death our happiness , And dwell with thee in lasting bliss ! CATHARINE WINKWORTH . THE NEW JERUSALEM . O ...
... Lord , who cry to thee , And hold the Faith in unity , Thy precious gifts of charity ; That we may live in holiness , And find in death our happiness , And dwell with thee in lasting bliss ! CATHARINE WINKWORTH . THE NEW JERUSALEM . O ...
Side 358
... Lord , and end my grief , And take me home to thee ! DAVID DICKSON . When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end , Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbor of God's saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no ...
... Lord , and end my grief , And take me home to thee ! DAVID DICKSON . When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end , Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbor of God's saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no ...
Side 360
... Lord ! E'en so I love thee , and will love , And in thy praise will sing , Solely because thou art my God , And my eternal King . From the Latin of ST FRANCIS XAVIER . Translation of EDWARD CASWALL . DROP , DROP , SLOW TEARS . DROP ...
... Lord ! E'en so I love thee , and will love , And in thy praise will sing , Solely because thou art my God , And my eternal King . From the Latin of ST FRANCIS XAVIER . Translation of EDWARD CASWALL . DROP , DROP , SLOW TEARS . DROP ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
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Side 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,...
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 607 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Side 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.
Side 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.