One Hundred and One Famous Poems: With a Prose SupplementR. J. Cook, 1920 - 186 pages |
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... Moonlight WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit , and let the sound of music . Creep in our ears : soft stillness , and the night , Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ...
... Moonlight WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit , and let the sound of music . Creep in our ears : soft stillness , and the night , Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ...
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... moonlight flowing over all . Beneath , in the churchyard , lay the dead , In their night encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear , like a sentinel's tread , The watchful night - wind , as it went ...
... moonlight flowing over all . Beneath , in the churchyard , lay the dead , In their night encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear , like a sentinel's tread , The watchful night - wind , as it went ...
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... moonlight as he passed , And the meeting - house windows , black and bare , Gaze at him with a spectral glare , As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon . It was two by the village clock , When he came to ...
... moonlight as he passed , And the meeting - house windows , black and bare , Gaze at him with a spectral glare , As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon . It was two by the village clock , When he came to ...
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... moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An Angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the Presence in the room he said , " What writest thou ? " The Vision raised its ...
... moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An Angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the Presence in the room he said , " What writest thou ? " The Vision raised its ...
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... moonlight over the purple moor , And the highwayman came riding , Riding , riding , The highwayman came riding , up to the old inn - door . He'd a French cocked - hat on his forehead , a bunch of lace at his chin , A coat of the claret ...
... moonlight over the purple moor , And the highwayman came riding , Riding , riding , The highwayman came riding , up to the old inn - door . He'd a French cocked - hat on his forehead , a bunch of lace at his chin , A coat of the claret ...
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Page 7 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 87 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Page 41 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Page 40 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Page 41 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word — Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord ! Amen.
Page 17 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 27 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Page 9 - Come, read to me some poem. Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
Page 12 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 20 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!