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... Mother , Mary D. Brine . The Drunkard's Raggit Wean , James P. Crawford . What I Live For , G. Linnæus Banks . The Tapestry Weavers , Anson G. Chester . A Song , Frederick Langbridge . Knee Deep , Robert McIntyre . Caprice at Home , Mrs ...
... Mother , Mary D. Brine . The Drunkard's Raggit Wean , James P. Crawford . What I Live For , G. Linnæus Banks . The Tapestry Weavers , Anson G. Chester . A Song , Frederick Langbridge . Knee Deep , Robert McIntyre . Caprice at Home , Mrs ...
v. oldal
... Mother . Belle Mahone . The Faded Coat of Blue . Quotations . THORPE , ROSE HARTWICK . Curfew Must Not Ring To - Night . GORMAN , GEORGE HINES . Cling to the Lord . Quotations . EDITOR AND the Poets , The With portrait . The Soldier's ...
... Mother . Belle Mahone . The Faded Coat of Blue . Quotations . THORPE , ROSE HARTWICK . Curfew Must Not Ring To - Night . GORMAN , GEORGE HINES . Cling to the Lord . Quotations . EDITOR AND the Poets , The With portrait . The Soldier's ...
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... mother , let me sleep ! " 66 III . ' Weak words , thy words , Wynhilda mine ! These days , bear - fierce , must hearts be dead ; Though Edwald sleep face - down to - night , And firebrand show his bosom red With axe and war - bill ...
... mother , let me sleep ! " 66 III . ' Weak words , thy words , Wynhilda mine ! These days , bear - fierce , must hearts be dead ; Though Edwald sleep face - down to - night , And firebrand show his bosom red With axe and war - bill ...
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... mother's , tenderness and sym- pathy . He himself always makes much of his parentage , and of his purely American origin . " Well begotten and raised by a perfect mother , " he says ; and again , " My tongue , every atom of Born my ...
... mother's , tenderness and sym- pathy . He himself always makes much of his parentage , and of his purely American origin . " Well begotten and raised by a perfect mother , " he says ; and again , " My tongue , every atom of Born my ...
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... its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost , OLD IRELAND . FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty , Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother , Once a queen , now lean and tatter'd seated on WALT WHITMAN . 17.
... its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost , OLD IRELAND . FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty , Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother , Once a queen , now lean and tatter'd seated on WALT WHITMAN . 17.
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103. oldal - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
103. oldal - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire...
21. oldal - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
22. oldal - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
21. oldal - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
400. oldal - And inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me...
116. oldal - True worth is in being, not seeming; In doing each day that goes by. Some little good — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness. And spite of the fancies of youth. There's nothing so kingly as kindness. And nothing so royal as truth.
371. oldal - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
58. oldal - (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth). " The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe, The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne Go sailing uppe the market-place.
372. oldal - You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not...