The Family Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Fords, Howard and Hulbert, 1880 - 1065 psl. |
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... Beneath the sunset's faded arch , It formed and filed within our porch , With not a ray to guide its march Except the twilight's silver torch : And thus she came from clouds above , With spirits of the glen and grove , A flower of grace ...
... Beneath the sunset's faded arch , It formed and filed within our porch , With not a ray to guide its march Except the twilight's silver torch : And thus she came from clouds above , With spirits of the glen and grove , A flower of grace ...
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... beneath their joy forever fresh . And soothe him with a song that breathes of glittering wings , I know that we shall meet our babe ( his mother Heaven's divinest things . Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from dear and I ) ...
... beneath their joy forever fresh . And soothe him with a song that breathes of glittering wings , I know that we shall meet our babe ( his mother Heaven's divinest things . Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from dear and I ) ...
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... beneath her graceful hand Breathes music forth at her command ; But still her tongue Far richer music calls to birth Than all the minstrel power on earth Can give to song . And thus she moves in tender light , The purest ray , where all ...
... beneath her graceful hand Breathes music forth at her command ; But still her tongue Far richer music calls to birth Than all the minstrel power on earth Can give to song . And thus she moves in tender light , The purest ray , where all ...
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... Beneath this cloister wall ; The cold wind through the hawthorn blows , And drizzly rain doth fall . " O , stay me not , thou holy friar , O , stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet ...
... Beneath this cloister wall ; The cold wind through the hawthorn blows , And drizzly rain doth fall . " O , stay me not , thou holy friar , O , stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet ...
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... beneath the ocean - stream , Whose brink when your adventurer slips Full oft he perisheth on them . And what are cheeks , but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or ...
... beneath the ocean - stream , Whose brink when your adventurer slips Full oft he perisheth on them . And what are cheeks , but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or ...
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The Family Library of Poetry and Song Being Choice Selections from the Best ... William Cullen Bryant Visos knygos peržiūra - 1880 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom brave breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth England eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss lady land light lips live look Lord Merchant of Venice moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young
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