A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 pages |
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... STEEL PORTRAITS , WOOD ENGRAVINGS BY ENGLISH AND AMERICAN ARTISTS , SILHOUETTE TITLES , MANUSCRIPT FAC - SIMILES , ETC. , ETC. Vol . IX . New York FORDS , HOWARD , & HULBERT + COPYRIGHT , 1877 A.D. PEACE AN WAR UNIV 10 37827 *
... STEEL PORTRAITS , WOOD ENGRAVINGS BY ENGLISH AND AMERICAN ARTISTS , SILHOUETTE TITLES , MANUSCRIPT FAC - SIMILES , ETC. , ETC. Vol . IX . New York FORDS , HOWARD , & HULBERT + COPYRIGHT , 1877 A.D. PEACE AN WAR UNIV 10 37827 *
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William Cullen Bryant. PEACE AN WAR UNIV 10 % ICH - Osay that The Star - spangled banner . con you. FORMS.
William Cullen Bryant. PEACE AN WAR UNIV 10 % ICH - Osay that The Star - spangled banner . con you. FORMS.
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William Cullen Bryant. POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjured. WAR FOR THE SAKE OF PEACE . FROM " BRITANNIA . " O FIRST of human blessings , and supreme ! Fair Peace ! how lovely , how delightful ...
William Cullen Bryant. POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR . WAR . Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjured. WAR FOR THE SAKE OF PEACE . FROM " BRITANNIA . " O FIRST of human blessings , and supreme ! Fair Peace ! how lovely , how delightful ...
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... peace . CONSTANCE . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . MARTIAL ELEGY . SHAKESPEARE . BATTLE OF THE ANGELS . FROM " PARADISE LOST . " THE ARRAY . Now went forth the morn , Such as in highest heaven , arrayed in gold Empyreal ...
... peace . CONSTANCE . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . MARTIAL ELEGY . SHAKESPEARE . BATTLE OF THE ANGELS . FROM " PARADISE LOST . " THE ARRAY . Now went forth the morn , Such as in highest heaven , arrayed in gold Empyreal ...
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... the French peasants went ; Our men were hardy . This while our noble king , His broadsword brandishing , Down the French host did ding , As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a deep wound lent , His arms with 456 POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR .
... the French peasants went ; Our men were hardy . This while our noble king , His broadsword brandishing , Down the French host did ding , As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a deep wound lent , His arms with 456 POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR .
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Page 626 - 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 815 - 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 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Page 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Page 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 709 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...