A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsWilliam Cullen Bryant Ford, 1873 - 789 pages |
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... hast put all things under his feet " 275 To a Waterfowl 353 326 BUCHANAN , ROBERT . Scotland , b . 1835 . Green Gnome , The Alpine Heights ( Translation ) 332 Little Milliner , The Little Ned Fisher , The 670 Good Night Metempsychosis ...
... hast put all things under his feet " 275 To a Waterfowl 353 326 BUCHANAN , ROBERT . Scotland , b . 1835 . Green Gnome , The Alpine Heights ( Translation ) 332 Little Milliner , The Little Ned Fisher , The 670 Good Night Metempsychosis ...
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... with incense play Around her , fanning light her streamers gay , So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar " : YOUTH ..りない L 21 da , 1 中 POEMS 18 POEMS OF CHILDHOOD .
... with incense play Around her , fanning light her streamers gay , So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar " : YOUTH ..りない L 21 da , 1 中 POEMS 18 POEMS OF CHILDHOOD .
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... hast more than he can buy In the reach of ear and eye , Outward sunshine , inward joy : Blessings on thee , barefoot boy ! O for boyhood's painless play , Sleep that wakes in laughing day , Health that mocks the doctor's rules ...
... hast more than he can buy In the reach of ear and eye , Outward sunshine , inward joy : Blessings on thee , barefoot boy ! O for boyhood's painless play , Sleep that wakes in laughing day , Health that mocks the doctor's rules ...
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... hast To hold the blesséd angels fast . If , then , a fervent wish for thee The gracious heavens will heed from me , What should , dear heart , its burden be ? The sighing of a shaken reed , What can I more than meekly plead The ...
... hast To hold the blesséd angels fast . If , then , a fervent wish for thee The gracious heavens will heed from me , What should , dear heart , its burden be ? The sighing of a shaken reed , What can I more than meekly plead The ...
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... hast been As one , in suffering all , that suffers nothing , A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks ; and blessed are those Whose blood and judgmentareso well co - mingled , That they are not a pipe for ...
... hast been As one , in suffering all , that suffers nothing , A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks ; and blessed are those Whose blood and judgmentareso well co - mingled , That they are not a pipe for ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING England eyes face fair fear flowers gentle glory gone grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise rest ROBERT BURNS rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Page 572 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
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Page 620 - And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly...
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Page 244 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
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