A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 páginas |
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Página 85
... bright , Skipping about till the coming of night . Grandpapa toyed with the curls on her head . " What has my baby been doing , " he said , " Since she arose , with the sun , from her bed ? " 66 Pitty much , " answered the sweet little ...
... bright , Skipping about till the coming of night . Grandpapa toyed with the curls on her head . " What has my baby been doing , " he said , " Since she arose , with the sun , from her bed ? " 66 Pitty much , " answered the sweet little ...
Página 87
... bright — ah , bright — but your light Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell , O , should my gentle child be spared to man-. BOYHOOD . AH , then how sweetly closed those crowded days ! The minutes parting one by one , like rays That fade ...
... bright — ah , bright — but your light Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell , O , should my gentle child be spared to man-. BOYHOOD . AH , then how sweetly closed those crowded days ! The minutes parting one by one , like rays That fade ...
Página 89
... bright eyes . By her snow - white cot , at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell , with folded palms , to pray ; Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where , unseen , In blue heaven , an angel - shape serene Paused awhile to hear ...
... bright eyes . By her snow - white cot , at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell , with folded palms , to pray ; Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where , unseen , In blue heaven , an angel - shape serene Paused awhile to hear ...
Página 91
... bright and fair his little features be , How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his light - blue eye is , like his brother's , keen , Nor his brow so full of childish thought as his hath ever ...
... bright and fair his little features be , How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his light - blue eye is , like his brother's , keen , Nor his brow so full of childish thought as his hath ever ...
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... bright . - And her hat , with shady brim , Made her tressy forehead dim ; Thus she stood amid the stooks , Praising God with sweetest looks . Sure , I said , Heaven did not mean Where I reap thou shouldst but glean ; Lay thy sheaf adown ...
... bright . - And her hat , with shady brim , Made her tressy forehead dim ; Thus she stood amid the stooks , Praising God with sweetest looks . Sure , I said , Heaven did not mean Where I reap thou shouldst but glean ; Lay thy sheaf adown ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed brave breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss land light lips live look Lord Macbeth Merchant of Venice moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Richard III ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young