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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... wind may be enamored of a flower , The ocean of the green and laughing shore , The silver lightning of a lofty tower , But must not with too near a love adore ; Or flower and margin and cloud - capped tower Love and delight shall with ...
... wind may be enamored of a flower , The ocean of the green and laughing shore , The silver lightning of a lofty tower , But must not with too near a love adore ; Or flower and margin and cloud - capped tower Love and delight shall with ...
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... wind ; We leap to the infinite dark , like the sparks from the anvil . Thou leadest , O God ! All's well with Thy troopers that follow ! LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY . BEAT on , proud billows ; Boreas , blow ;. THE WILD RIDE . Drawn by Edwin ...
... wind ; We leap to the infinite dark , like the sparks from the anvil . Thou leadest , O God ! All's well with Thy troopers that follow ! LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY . BEAT on , proud billows ; Boreas , blow ;. THE WILD RIDE . Drawn by Edwin ...
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... wind , Still whispers to the willing mind . One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in ...
... wind , Still whispers to the willing mind . One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in ...
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... wind and weather to the end ) , Neither becalmed nor overblown , Life's voyage to the world unknown . MATTHEW GREEN . THE ROSARY OF MY TEARS . SOME reckon their age by years , Some measure their life by art ; But some tell their days by ...
... wind and weather to the end ) , Neither becalmed nor overblown , Life's voyage to the world unknown . MATTHEW GREEN . THE ROSARY OF MY TEARS . SOME reckon their age by years , Some measure their life by art ; But some tell their days by ...
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... winds bewail the leafless tree , But none shall breathe a sigh for me ! -- My life is like the prints which feet ... wind is faint , the tide is low . Someway there seems a human sigh In the great waves that inward flow , - As if ...
... winds bewail the leafless tree , But none shall breathe a sigh for me ! -- My life is like the prints which feet ... wind is faint , the tide is low . Someway there seems a human sigh In the great waves that inward flow , - As if ...
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A Library of Poetry and Song Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets ... William Cullen Bryant Visos knygos peržiūra - 1870 |
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bear beauty beneath blood Book breath bright cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fame fancy fear feel fell give gold grave gray half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN King lady land leaves light live look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure poor POPE pride rest rise rose round seemed seen SHAKESPEARE side sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars stood stream strong sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till true turned voice waves wild wind wings young
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