A New Library of Poetry and Song, 2 tomasWilliam Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 psl. |
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... bomb . in air Game proof through the night that bursting will there ? I say ! шале Jaz , dass that star . op angled banner get w Over the law of the free < the home of the brave ? _ ಎ they POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm ,
... bomb . in air Game proof through the night that bursting will there ? I say ! шале Jaz , dass that star . op angled banner get w Over the law of the free < the home of the brave ? _ ಎ they POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm ,
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... brave Henry then : Though they to one be ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . And for myself , quoth he , This my full rest shall be ; England ne'er mourn for ...
... brave Henry then : Though they to one be ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . And for myself , quoth he , This my full rest shall be ; England ne'er mourn for ...
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... brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but a maiden knight , Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another . Warwick in blood did wade ; Oxford the foe invade , And cruel slaughter made , Still as they ran up . Suffolk ...
... brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but a maiden knight , Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another . Warwick in blood did wade ; Oxford the foe invade , And cruel slaughter made , Still as they ran up . Suffolk ...
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... brave thought of thine ! " I know thy name full well , Lord James ; And honored may I be , That those who fought beside the Bruce Should fight this day for me ! " Take thou the leading of the van , And charge the Moors amain ; There is ...
... brave thought of thine ! " I know thy name full well , Lord James ; And honored may I be , That those who fought beside the Bruce Should fight this day for me ! " Take thou the leading of the van , And charge the Moors amain ; There is ...
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... brave , High swelling , dark , and slow . The lake is passed , and now they gain A narrow and a broken plain , Before the Trosach's rugged jaws ; And here the horse and spearmen pause , While , to explore the dangerous glen , Dive ...
... brave , High swelling , dark , and slow . The lake is passed , and now they gain A narrow and a broken plain , Before the Trosach's rugged jaws ; And here the horse and spearmen pause , While , to explore the dangerous glen , Dive ...
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818 psl. - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
723 psl. - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
709 psl. - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
657 psl. - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...