Echoes of the Aesthetic Society of Jersey CityThompson and Moreau, 1882 - 255 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... Dead , Myths of the Iroquois , A Jawful Story , Lorraine , 133 145 152 157 158 166 169 171 176 193 197 Lines to Mrs. Smith , 199 Lines on the Presentation of an Indian Brooch , 202 Science and Religion , 206 Lines on a Boquet , 217 ...
... Dead , Myths of the Iroquois , A Jawful Story , Lorraine , 133 145 152 157 158 166 169 171 176 193 197 Lines to Mrs. Smith , 199 Lines on the Presentation of an Indian Brooch , 202 Science and Religion , 206 Lines on a Boquet , 217 ...
5. oldal
... Croaker , " and entitled : - 66 TO ENNUI . Avaunt , arch enemy of fun , Grim nightmare of the mind ! Which way , great Momus , shall I run , A refuge safe to find ? - 66 My puppy's dead ; Miss Rumor's breath . Is Croaker and Co. 5 10.
... Croaker , " and entitled : - 66 TO ENNUI . Avaunt , arch enemy of fun , Grim nightmare of the mind ! Which way , great Momus , shall I run , A refuge safe to find ? - 66 My puppy's dead ; Miss Rumor's breath . Is Croaker and Co. 5 10.
6. oldal
Aesthetic Society of Jersey City. 66 My puppy's dead ; Miss Rumor's breath . Is stopt for lack of news , And Fitz is almost hyp'ed to death , And Lang has got the blues . I'm sick of General Jackson's toast , Canals are naught to me ...
Aesthetic Society of Jersey City. 66 My puppy's dead ; Miss Rumor's breath . Is stopt for lack of news , And Fitz is almost hyp'ed to death , And Lang has got the blues . I'm sick of General Jackson's toast , Canals are naught to me ...
44. oldal
... dead men's skulls ; and in those holes , Where eyes did once inhabit , there were crept ( As ' twere in scorn of eyes , ) reflecting gems That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep , And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by . " Miss ...
... dead men's skulls ; and in those holes , Where eyes did once inhabit , there were crept ( As ' twere in scorn of eyes , ) reflecting gems That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep , And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by . " Miss ...
59. oldal
... dead , And in this tent I win my bread ; And bread is life , and life is long , And must be lived by weak and strong . Look , lovers ' eyes , for what you prize , Into each other's love - lit eyes ! Be merry if you can , I know What ...
... dead , And in this tent I win my bread ; And bread is life , and life is long , And must be lived by weak and strong . Look , lovers ' eyes , for what you prize , Into each other's love - lit eyes ! Be merry if you can , I know What ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
14. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
144. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
46. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
118. oldal - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...
12. oldal - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
236. oldal - IN a valley, centuries ago, Grew a little fern-leaf green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender ; Waving when the wind crept down so low. Rushes tall and moss and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned it, But no foot of man e'er trod that way : Earth was young and keeping holiday.
241. oldal - Lord! hast power to save. I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
235. oldal - I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
145. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek...
119. oldal - For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered; As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.