Bartlett's Poems for Occasions

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Little, Brown, 2007 M09 3 - 544 páginas
Bartlett's Poems for Occasions, an entertaining, thought-provoking companion to the bestselling Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, is the book to turn to for any circumstance -- from birth to death and everything in between.

Under the direction of esteemed poet and writer Geoffrey O'Brien, Bartlett's Poems for Occasions will inspire you to turn to poetry to celebrate a new baby or marriage, toast a colleague, cheer a graduate, honor a birthday, deliver a eulogy, or add zest to a holiday party. It is the perfect solution to the age-old question, What should I say?

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This is a great anthology--there's also a quotation/sayings book as well..

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THE CYCLES OF NATURE
3
AUTUMN
25
WINTER
31
THE ROUND OF THE YEAR
41
VALENTINES DAY
48
THE CHRISTMAS SEASON
78
CHILDHOOD
100
YOUTH AND ITS PLEASURES
123
CONTENTMENT
265
THE WORKING LIFE
272
LOVE AND PASSION
282
When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes 293 William Shakespeare When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes
294
Song 302 Thomas Carew Song
303
She was a Phantom of delight
309
How do I love thee? Let me count
315
SEPARATIONS AND FAREWELLS
341

INTO ADULTHOOD
136
MARRIAGE
146
RETIREMENT FROM WORK AND FROM THE WORLD
183
AGING
191
On the Death of
231
Sleep brings no joy
237
Requiescat
243
THE HUMAN CONDITION
251
SOLITUDE
361
ENDURANCE RESISTANCE AND SURVIVAL
394
SPIRITUAL AWAKENING
400
PUBLIC MOMENTS AND ULTIMATE MATTERS
411
IN TIME OF WAR
420
FROM THE AMERICAN STORY
437
THE UNKNOWN AND THE UNKNOWABLE
472
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Página 277 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing,— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 25 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Página 293 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 174 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 173 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 220 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 310 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 138 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 224 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

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Geoffrey O'Brien is the editor-in-chief of The Library of America, and author of fifteen books, most recently The Fall of the House of Walworth, and other works including Hardboiled America, Dream Time, The Phantom Empire, The Times Square Story, The Browser's Ecstasy, Castaways of the Image Planet, and Sonata for Jukebox. He has contributed frequently to The New York Review of Books, Artforum, Film Comment, and other publications. He lives in New York City.

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