A Treasury of American VerseWalter Learned F.A. Stokes Company, 1897 - 307 oldal |
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... Soul , • The Chamber over the Gate , My Child , " When the Grass Shall Cover Me , " My Creed , · Nearer Home , Marthy Virginia's Hand , Resignation , • My Faith Looks up to Thee , God's Garden , The Free Mind , Opportunity , Masks ...
... Soul , • The Chamber over the Gate , My Child , " When the Grass Shall Cover Me , " My Creed , · Nearer Home , Marthy Virginia's Hand , Resignation , • My Faith Looks up to Thee , God's Garden , The Free Mind , Opportunity , Masks ...
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... Soul , . Marthy Virginia's Hand , JONATHAN Lawrence . Look Aloft , WALTER LEARNED . Consolation , The Song of the Vane , The Wayside Well , • The Last Reservation , Five Little White Heads , PAGE . 207 164 24 236 23 • 105 36 On a Fly ...
... Soul , . Marthy Virginia's Hand , JONATHAN Lawrence . Look Aloft , WALTER LEARNED . Consolation , The Song of the Vane , The Wayside Well , • The Last Reservation , Five Little White Heads , PAGE . 207 164 24 236 23 • 105 36 On a Fly ...
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... soul'd deeds With wayside beauty rife . We find within these souls of ours Some wild germs of a higher birth , Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance A Treasury of American Verse . 3.
... soul'd deeds With wayside beauty rife . We find within these souls of ours Some wild germs of a higher birth , Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance A Treasury of American Verse . 3.
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... soul of man , Where'er thou art , in low or high , Thy skyey arches with exulting span O'er - roof infinity ! All thoughts that mould the age begin Deep down within the primitive soul , And from the many slowly upward win To one who ...
... soul of man , Where'er thou art , in low or high , Thy skyey arches with exulting span O'er - roof infinity ! All thoughts that mould the age begin Deep down within the primitive soul , And from the many slowly upward win To one who ...
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... souls Hope is but vague and undefined , Till from the poet's tongue the message rolls A blessing to his kind . Never did Poesy appear So full of heaven to me , as when I saw how it would pierce through pride and fear To the lives of ...
... souls Hope is but vague and undefined , Till from the poet's tongue the message rolls A blessing to his kind . Never did Poesy appear So full of heaven to me , as when I saw how it would pierce through pride and fear To the lives of ...
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angels Annabel Lee beautiful Ben Bolt bloom blue breast breath bright brow child CLINTON SCOLLARD cold dark days gone dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair feet fell flowers Forever-never gate GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP gleaming grass gray grew hair hand hath hear heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL kiss land laugh life's light lips little boy live LONGFELLOW look maiden meadows mother never Never-forever night o'er poems rain rest RICHARD HENRY STODDARD rose round sail shadow sheepfol shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul Speak gently stars stood sweet Symphorien T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou thought tree Twas voice WALTER LEARNED watch waves weary wind woods youth
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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!