Poet Lore, 17. kötetWriter's Center, 1906 |
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. oldal
... Happy Ending .... i , 97 Fiske , Isabella Howe , A Group of Poems : I Flame , II Justice , III To a Child , iii , 94 ; Comedy of the Exile Flammantia Moenia Mundi , Walter S. Hinch- .iii , 103 ..iii , 117 Bliss Carman's Collected Works ...
... Happy Ending .... i , 97 Fiske , Isabella Howe , A Group of Poems : I Flame , II Justice , III To a Child , iii , 94 ; Comedy of the Exile Flammantia Moenia Mundi , Walter S. Hinch- .iii , 103 ..iii , 117 Bliss Carman's Collected Works ...
4. oldal
... happy ! Marina . Fortunately for me ; I am , too . Starschenski . Ought I not to be happy , if anyone ought to be , mother ? -Elga ! The Nurse . Elga , listen , your father speaks . When your father speaks , you must listen , Elga ...
... happy ! Marina . Fortunately for me ; I am , too . Starschenski . Ought I not to be happy , if anyone ought to be , mother ? -Elga ! The Nurse . Elga , listen , your father speaks . When your father speaks , you must listen , Elga ...
5. oldal
... happy ? Marina . No ; I never thought you could be . happiness . Starschenski . Are you anxious about it ? If we are Marina . No. But time does not stand still . If we are not happy , we can but wish to be . Wishing and hoping are good ...
... happy ? Marina . No ; I never thought you could be . happiness . Starschenski . Are you anxious about it ? If we are Marina . No. But time does not stand still . If we are not happy , we can but wish to be . Wishing and hoping are good ...
15. oldal
... happy . Elga . Shall I have to wash shirts and stockings ? Oginski . I shall work for you . I will break myself of the habit of sleep and work day and night for you . Elga ( holds up her mouth to him ) . No , no , my friend , nothing ...
... happy . Elga . Shall I have to wash shirts and stockings ? Oginski . I shall work for you . I will break myself of the habit of sleep and work day and night for you . Elga ( holds up her mouth to him ) . No , no , my friend , nothing ...
31. oldal
... happy and merry with you ; and where I can be happy and merry , Pan , there I can love , too . Starschenski . Then come . Elga . Where am I to go with you ? You are ill and should go to a physician . afraid . I am afraid now , to go ...
... happy and merry with you ; and where I can be happy and merry , Pan , there I can love , too . Starschenski . Then come . Elga . Where am I to go with you ? You are ill and should go to a physician . afraid . I am afraid now , to go ...
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79. oldal - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
71. oldal - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
105. oldal - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
67. oldal - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
114. oldal - ... heavy years increase — The horror quickening still from year to year, The consummation coming past escape When I shall know most, and yet least enjoy — When all my works wherein I prove my worth, Being present still to mock me in men's mouths, Alive still, in the praise of such as thou, I, I the feeling, thinking, acting man, The man who loved his life so over-much, Sleep in my urn.
67. oldal - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
72. oldal - O poet saturnine! And strive to make my steps keep pace with thine. The air is filled with some unknown perfume; The congregation of the dead make room For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine; Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine, The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb. From the confessionals I hear arise Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies, And lamentations from the crypts below And then a voice celestial that begins With the pathetic words, "Although your sins As scarlet be...
106. 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.
84. oldal - I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
91. oldal - Now understand me well — it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.