The Library of Poetry and Song, 3 tomasWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 psl. "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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... turned ; As if their wisdoms had conspired The salamander should be burned ; Or like those sophists , that would drown a fish , I am constrained to suffer what I wish . The cynic loves his poverty ; The pelican her wilderness ; And ' t ...
... turned ; As if their wisdoms had conspired The salamander should be burned ; Or like those sophists , that would drown a fish , I am constrained to suffer what I wish . The cynic loves his poverty ; The pelican her wilderness ; And ' t ...
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... turned to its own life again And gentle way . Happy , I thought , that which can draw its life Deep from the nether springs , Safe ' neath the pressure , tranquil mid the strife , Of surface things . Safe Calm - for the sources of the ...
... turned to its own life again And gentle way . Happy , I thought , that which can draw its life Deep from the nether springs , Safe ' neath the pressure , tranquil mid the strife , Of surface things . Safe Calm - for the sources of the ...
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... turned . To man's false optics ( from his folly false ) Time , in advance , behind him hides his wings , And seems to creep , decrepit with his age ; Behold him when past by ; what then is seen But his broad pinions , swifter than the ...
... turned . To man's false optics ( from his folly false ) Time , in advance , behind him hides his wings , And seems to creep , decrepit with his age ; Behold him when past by ; what then is seen But his broad pinions , swifter than the ...
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... turning pale and sick , looks up the storm grows dark . " Your gracious handiwork has guarded , See how your loving , patient art Has come , at last , to be rewarded ! Who would not suffer slights of men , And pangs of hopeless passion ...
... turning pale and sick , looks up the storm grows dark . " Your gracious handiwork has guarded , See how your loving , patient art Has come , at last , to be rewarded ! Who would not suffer slights of men , And pangs of hopeless passion ...
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... turning ; Adieu to song and " salad days . " My Muse , let's go at once to Jay's And order mourning . We must reform our rhymes , my dear , Renounce the gay for the severe , Be grave , not witty ; We have no more the right to find That ...
... turning ; Adieu to song and " salad days . " My Muse , let's go at once to Jay's And order mourning . We must reform our rhymes , my dear , Renounce the gay for the severe , Be grave , not witty ; We have no more the right to find That ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song– Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets ... William Cullen Bryant Visos knygos peržiūra - 1870 |
A Library of Poetry and Song– Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets Visos knygos peržiūra - 1879 |
A Library of Poetry and Song– Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets William Cullen Bryant Visos knygos peržiūra - 1873 |
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