A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 - American poetry |
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... sword- But. Whither ? wherefore doth it go " T is all unknown ; We feel alone That a void is left below . WILLIAM HOWITT . Thee wondrous we may call , Most wondrous this of all , That such a tiny throat - Should wake so loud a sound ...
... sword- But. Whither ? wherefore doth it go " T is all unknown ; We feel alone That a void is left below . WILLIAM HOWITT . Thee wondrous we may call , Most wondrous this of all , That such a tiny throat - Should wake so loud a sound ...
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William Cullen Bryant. Where the whale and the shark and the sword- But at night , when the woods grow still and dim , др FAIR insect , that , with thread - like. With motion , and with roar Of waves that drive to shore One spirit did ye ...
William Cullen Bryant. Where the whale and the shark and the sword- But at night , when the woods grow still and dim , др FAIR insect , that , with thread - like. With motion , and with roar Of waves that drive to shore One spirit did ye ...
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... sword in hand , To darken all the hill , and smoke to roll In front of battle for their native land ! But O , what ills await the wretch that yields , A recreant outcast from his country's fields ! The monarch whom he loves shall quit ...
... sword in hand , To darken all the hill , and smoke to roll In front of battle for their native land ! But O , what ills await the wretch that yields , A recreant outcast from his country's fields ! The monarch whom he loves shall quit ...
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... swords they fell ; No less our skill is Than when our grandsire great , Claiming the regal seat , By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies . The Duke of York so dread The eager vaward led ; With the main Henry sped , Amongst his ...
... swords they fell ; No less our skill is Than when our grandsire great , Claiming the regal seat , By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies . The Duke of York so dread The eager vaward led ; With the main Henry sped , Amongst his ...
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... swords are out , They soon make lightsome room . Clan - Alpine's best are backward borne — Where , where was ... sword . As Bracklinn's chasm , so black and steep , Receives her roaring linn , As the dark caverns of the deep Suck ...
... swords are out , They soon make lightsome room . Clan - Alpine's best are backward borne — Where , where was ... sword . As Bracklinn's chasm , so black and steep , Receives her roaring linn , As the dark caverns of the deep Suck ...
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Page 555 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean ! — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain¡; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore : — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
Page 622 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 780 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 655 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Page 444 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 594 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 555 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and...
Page 662 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 791 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 530 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...