Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best AuthorsJ.A. Ruth, 1882 - 336 oldal |
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19. oldal
... hands were pressing The wounds of them she drew within the fold . Her work is ready for His dear approving ; Her lamp stands burning with a steady ray ; Will He not answer to her faithful loving , And bring the darkness into perfect day ...
... hands were pressing The wounds of them she drew within the fold . Her work is ready for His dear approving ; Her lamp stands burning with a steady ray ; Will He not answer to her faithful loving , And bring the darkness into perfect day ...
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... hands to - day are clasped in mine ; Fond hearts my mirth or mourning share ; And , over hope's horizon line , The future dawns , serenely fair . Yet still , though fervent vow denies , I know the rapture will not stay ; Some wind of ...
... hands to - day are clasped in mine ; Fond hearts my mirth or mourning share ; And , over hope's horizon line , The future dawns , serenely fair . Yet still , though fervent vow denies , I know the rapture will not stay ; Some wind of ...
28. oldal
... Hands that have faltered in the gleaning I hold to ask thee for the screening Of thy divinity . O Jesus , pity me ! Forgiveness . LEST Master , how exceeding broad , How 28 AMONG THE POETS . ОH JESUS, PITY ONLY A WOMAN Thaxter Fowler 7.
... Hands that have faltered in the gleaning I hold to ask thee for the screening Of thy divinity . O Jesus , pity me ! Forgiveness . LEST Master , how exceeding broad , How 28 AMONG THE POETS . ОH JESUS, PITY ONLY A WOMAN Thaxter Fowler 7.
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... hand . It turns the tide of passion back , It bids revenge be still ; For e'en the wrath of man restrained Shall ... hands ! O pierced heart ! O Man of Sorrow deep ! Unto our wounded souls impart Thy love , thy spirit meek . Then shall ...
... hand . It turns the tide of passion back , It bids revenge be still ; For e'en the wrath of man restrained Shall ... hands ! O pierced heart ! O Man of Sorrow deep ! Unto our wounded souls impart Thy love , thy spirit meek . Then shall ...
30. oldal
... -- I can catch sweet strains of songs Floating down from distant throngs , And can feel the touch of hands Reaching out from angel bands . GOING HOME . • Anger's frown and envy's thrust , 30 SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE SUMMER.
... -- I can catch sweet strains of songs Floating down from distant throngs , And can feel the touch of hands Reaching out from angel bands . GOING HOME . • Anger's frown and envy's thrust , 30 SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE SUMMER.
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
angel Aztec book beauty beneath blessed bloom blow brave breast breath bright brow captain's gig child CHILDREN'S HOUR cold dark days go dead dear death dream drew the little earth eternal eyes face fair father fear feet flowers flushing river forever glory golden grave gray hair hand happy head hear heart heathen Chinee heaven hope Jack Brown kiss Lady Clare land life's light lips little kings live look Lord Moon morning mother nebber never grow old nigger night o'er Old Brown Osawatomie Brown pain pale peace pity poor prayer rattles and rocks Reb'rend Quacko Strong rest rose round she-the shine shore sigh silent SILENT VILLAGE sing smile song sorrow soul spirit starvin sweet tears thee There's thought tide Twas village maid voice wait waves weary wild Willie wind wonder word
Népszerű szakaszok
113. oldal - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
213. oldal - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
226. oldal - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
212. oldal - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
258. oldal - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. is 249 The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
93. oldal - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
217. oldal - I die, my friend," quoth I, And "Exactly so," quoth he. 'Says he, "Dear JAMES, to murder me Were a foolish thing to do, For don't you see that you can't cook me, While I can — and will — cook you...
95. oldal - She clad herself in a russet gown, She was no longer Lady Clare : She went by dale, and she went by down, With a single rose in her hair.
218. oldal - And he stirred it round and round and round And he sniffed at the foaming froth; When I ups with his heels and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And...
255. oldal - You needn't laugh, sir ; they were not then Such a burning libel on God's creatures : I was one of your handsome men ! If you had seen her, so fair and young, Whose head was happy on this breast ! If you could have heard the songs I sung When the wine went round, you wouldn't...