A Treasury of American VerseWalter Learned F.A. Stokes Company, 1897 - 307 oldal |
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... soft Sleep we give ourselves away , And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To purple daybreak - little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day . We are clean quit of it , as is a ...
... soft Sleep we give ourselves away , And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To purple daybreak - little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day . We are clean quit of it , as is a ...
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... . JUNE leaves are green , pink is the rose , White bloom the lilies ; yet who knows , Or swears he knows the reason why ? None dare say- " I. ” The oriole , flitting stoops and sips A soft sweet 20 A Treasury of American Verse . Who Knows,
... . JUNE leaves are green , pink is the rose , White bloom the lilies ; yet who knows , Or swears he knows the reason why ? None dare say- " I. ” The oriole , flitting stoops and sips A soft sweet 20 A Treasury of American Verse . Who Knows,
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Walter Learned. The oriole , flitting stoops and sips A soft sweet kiss from the lily's lips- Who taught the oriole to steal so ? None say they know . Whether the oriole stops and thinks , Or whether he simply stoops and drinks , Saying ...
Walter Learned. The oriole , flitting stoops and sips A soft sweet kiss from the lily's lips- Who taught the oriole to steal so ? None say they know . Whether the oriole stops and thinks , Or whether he simply stoops and drinks , Saying ...
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... sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps . On this green bank , by this soft stream , A Treasury of American Verse . 29 Hymn, (Sung at the completion of Concord Monument, April 19, 1846)
... sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps . On this green bank , by this soft stream , A Treasury of American Verse . 29 Hymn, (Sung at the completion of Concord Monument, April 19, 1846)
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Walter Learned. On this green bank , by this soft stream , We set to - day a votive stone ; That memory may their dead redeem , When , like our sires , our sons are gone . Spirit , that made those heroes dare To die , or leave their ...
Walter Learned. On this green bank , by this soft stream , We set to - day a votive stone ; That memory may their dead redeem , When , like our sires , our sons are gone . Spirit , that made those heroes dare To die , or leave their ...
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274. oldal - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
150. oldal - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
197. oldal - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on.
154. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
126. oldal - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
14. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
220. oldal - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
80. oldal - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
131. oldal - Till the sun groivs cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
174. oldal - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new. Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!