The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 1. kötetCharles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 78 találatból.
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... Telling of changeless parts to a leaflet that reddens to perish ; Ever , as nearer I fared , the mightier , less merciful found thee , Till , after listening long , I faltered , forlorn and disheartened ; Wearied of ceaseless strife ...
... Telling of changeless parts to a leaflet that reddens to perish ; Ever , as nearer I fared , the mightier , less merciful found thee , Till , after listening long , I faltered , forlorn and disheartened ; Wearied of ceaseless strife ...
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... telling talents to the requirements of dramatic form in blank verse with remarkable success . The narrative itself is powerful , and Miss Green has succeeded admirably in making her characters develop it clearly by what they do and say ...
... telling talents to the requirements of dramatic form in blank verse with remarkable success . The narrative itself is powerful , and Miss Green has succeeded admirably in making her characters develop it clearly by what they do and say ...
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... tell How they woo the asphodel ? -Ibid . OCEAN . The free Mighty , music - haunted sea . SECRECY . -Ibid . She held a secret in her in most thought ; A secret which in shyly hiding , she Revealed to all around unconsciously ; As timid ...
... tell How they woo the asphodel ? -Ibid . OCEAN . The free Mighty , music - haunted sea . SECRECY . -Ibid . She held a secret in her in most thought ; A secret which in shyly hiding , she Revealed to all around unconsciously ; As timid ...
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... tell it o'er and o'er ! I love ! thou lov'st ! we love forevermore ! Even so , past noon , the love - lorn day pursues The sun , entranced in brightness of its face , And radiant grows , within , of pure delight ! Yet Peace , in quiet ...
... tell it o'er and o'er ! I love ! thou lov'st ! we love forevermore ! Even so , past noon , the love - lorn day pursues The sun , entranced in brightness of its face , And radiant grows , within , of pure delight ! Yet Peace , in quiet ...
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... Tell thee , thy loss is gain ; Tell thee , thy grief is joy ; Tell thee , thou'lt meet thy boy In Heaven again ? This part is not for me , Mine , silently shall be , To weep with thee . When slips away The dreary day - Behind the ...
... Tell thee , thy loss is gain ; Tell thee , thy grief is joy ; Tell thee , thou'lt meet thy boy In Heaven again ? This part is not for me , Mine , silently shall be , To weep with thee . When slips away The dreary day - Behind the ...
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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.