Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best AuthorsJ.A. Ruth, 1882 - 336 oldal |
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17. oldal
... smile- Not vain to be so fair , but glad- The South - born painter looked the while , With eyes than Christ's alone less sad . " Mother of God , " in pale surprise He whispered , " What am I to paint ? " A voice that sounded from the ...
... smile- Not vain to be so fair , but glad- The South - born painter looked the while , With eyes than Christ's alone less sad . " Mother of God , " in pale surprise He whispered , " What am I to paint ? " A voice that sounded from the ...
21. oldal
... yet , and yet -O dearest one , My comfort from life's earliest breath , To follow thee where thou art gone , Through these dim , awful gates of Death- To find thee - feel thy smile again , To 21 O, TELL ME NOT OF HEAVENLY HALLS.
... yet , and yet -O dearest one , My comfort from life's earliest breath , To follow thee where thou art gone , Through these dim , awful gates of Death- To find thee - feel thy smile again , To 21 O, TELL ME NOT OF HEAVENLY HALLS.
22. oldal
... smile again , To have Eternity's long day To tell my grateful love - why , then , Both heaven and earth might pass away ! A Christmas Hymn . ELL me what is this innumerable throng Singing in the heavens a loud angelic song ? These are ...
... smile again , To have Eternity's long day To tell my grateful love - why , then , Both heaven and earth might pass away ! A Christmas Hymn . ELL me what is this innumerable throng Singing in the heavens a loud angelic song ? These are ...
57. oldal
... smile of gladness , bathing oft some scene in tears How my heart in fondness lingers where such blessed mem'ries come , Round the fireside and the altar , where I knelt so oft at home . O , I love to trace the record I have kept in mem ...
... smile of gladness , bathing oft some scene in tears How my heart in fondness lingers where such blessed mem'ries come , Round the fireside and the altar , where I knelt so oft at home . O , I love to trace the record I have kept in mem ...
62. oldal
... smile to return again , Too proud to be humble and say forgive , When that word alone could make them live ; Waiting to see the storm sweep past , And the sun of affection return at last ; Wait is a fatal word . Wait is a deathful word ...
... smile to return again , Too proud to be humble and say forgive , When that word alone could make them live ; Waiting to see the storm sweep past , And the sun of affection return at last ; Wait is a fatal word . Wait is a deathful word ...
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Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best Authors ... Augustine A. Smith Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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...