The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American AuthorsCrowell, 1910 - 706 pages |
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... breast enjoys . For him , the Spring Distils her dews , and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him , the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold , and blushes like the morn . Each passing hour sheds ...
... breast enjoys . For him , the Spring Distils her dews , and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him , the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold , and blushes like the morn . Each passing hour sheds ...
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... breast . The second rose , as virginal and fair , Shrunk in the tangles of a harlot's hair . The third , a widow , with new grief made wild , Shut in the icy palm of her dead child . NAMELESS PAIN . IN my nostrils the summer wind Blows ...
... breast . The second rose , as virginal and fair , Shrunk in the tangles of a harlot's hair . The third , a widow , with new grief made wild , Shut in the icy palm of her dead child . NAMELESS PAIN . IN my nostrils the summer wind Blows ...
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... breast will blossom just as blue , Nor miss thy tears ; e'en Nature's self forgets ; - But while I live , be true ! EVERY DAY . O , TRIFLING tasks so often done , Yet ever to be done anew ! O , cares which come with every sun , Morn ...
... breast will blossom just as blue , Nor miss thy tears ; e'en Nature's self forgets ; - But while I live , be true ! EVERY DAY . O , TRIFLING tasks so often done , Yet ever to be done anew ! O , cares which come with every sun , Morn ...
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... breast without breath ! Is there no voice ? -no language of death " Dumb to the ear and still to the sense , white silk shoes ; - Which were the whiter no eye could choose ! And over her bosom they crossed her hands ; intense ? " See ...
... breast without breath ! Is there no voice ? -no language of death " Dumb to the ear and still to the sense , white silk shoes ; - Which were the whiter no eye could choose ! And over her bosom they crossed her hands ; intense ? " See ...
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... breast . So fades a summer cloud away So sinks the gale when storms are o'er , So gently shuts the eye of day , So dies a wave along the shore . Triumphant smiles the victor brow , Fanned by some angel's purple wing ; - brighter clime ...
... breast . So fades a summer cloud away So sinks the gale when storms are o'er , So gently shuts the eye of day , So dies a wave along the shore . Triumphant smiles the victor brow , Fanned by some angel's purple wing ; - brighter clime ...
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Page 427 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 671 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 424 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling...
Page 427 - thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore
Page 310 - 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 sere : 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 314 - Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! Adieu ! Thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. . . . Do I wake or sleep?
Page 289 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 424 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 490 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel, that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...
Page 346 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.