The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 1. kötetCharles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... York . Mrs. George Archibald . 34 Life . Death . Unfolded Hopes . The Easter Morn . May Peace with Thee Abide . In Meditation . • · 40 CONVERSE , HARRIET MAXWELL . To the Night . Quotations . MARTIN , WIlliam Wilsey . A. N. Jackson ...
... York . Mrs. George Archibald . 34 Life . Death . Unfolded Hopes . The Easter Morn . May Peace with Thee Abide . In Meditation . • · 40 CONVERSE , HARRIET MAXWELL . To the Night . Quotations . MARTIN , WIlliam Wilsey . A. N. Jackson ...
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... York . Allen G. Bigelow . 411 Our Own . Moth Eaten . The Sin of Omission . Are the Children at Home . SHERMAN , FRANK DEMPSTER . Quotations . The Book - Hunter . Quotations . Bacchus . Pepita . Wizard Frost . Clinton Scollard . 414 On ...
... York . Allen G. Bigelow . 411 Our Own . Moth Eaten . The Sin of Omission . Are the Children at Home . SHERMAN , FRANK DEMPSTER . Quotations . The Book - Hunter . Quotations . Bacchus . Pepita . Wizard Frost . Clinton Scollard . 414 On ...
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... York , offered him this extra work and a foot - hold in the great city upon which his eyes had been fixed from the first . A great deal of experience , with little money to show for it , finally led to the sale of Hours at Home to the ...
... York , offered him this extra work and a foot - hold in the great city upon which his eyes had been fixed from the first . A great deal of experience , with little money to show for it , finally led to the sale of Hours at Home to the ...
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... York Harbor , Maine , " 1879 ; " The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk , " 1880. Of the latter poem a second edition , revised , appeared in 1881. A year later a collec- tion selected mainly from his previous publications was issued , entitled ...
... York Harbor , Maine , " 1879 ; " The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk , " 1880. Of the latter poem a second edition , revised , appeared in 1881. A year later a collec- tion selected mainly from his previous publications was issued , entitled ...
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... YORK - HARBOR . -Ibid . Below this spire , a town , Where , truant from the city dials , come The lazy hours to lose themselves in dreams And sweet forgetfulness of summer heat ; An idle sort of place , where all day long It seems like ...
... YORK - HARBOR . -Ibid . Below this spire , a town , Where , truant from the city dials , come The lazy hours to lose themselves in dreams And sweet forgetfulness of summer heat ; An idle sort of place , where all day long It seems like ...
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103. oldal - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
21. oldal - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
17. oldal - O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills...
85. oldal - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
103. oldal - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
360. oldal - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
22. oldal - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
21. oldal - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
58. oldal - So farre, so fast the eygre drave. The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet: The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee.
58. oldal - And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.