The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 1. kötet1889 |
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27. oldal
... never faltered did they guard her all that day , Though the strength of triple armies seemed to battle in the fray , The old castle's rugged ramparts holding firm against the foe , As a goodly dike resisteth the whelming billow's flow ...
... never faltered did they guard her all that day , Though the strength of triple armies seemed to battle in the fray , The old castle's rugged ramparts holding firm against the foe , As a goodly dike resisteth the whelming billow's flow ...
31. oldal
... never quite a flower . LOSS . - Ibid . It was a deadly blow ! A blow like that Which swooping unawares from out the night Dashes a man from some high starlit peak Into a void of cold and hurrying waves . ' Twas not the loss alone . In ...
... never quite a flower . LOSS . - Ibid . It was a deadly blow ! A blow like that Which swooping unawares from out the night Dashes a man from some high starlit peak Into a void of cold and hurrying waves . ' Twas not the loss alone . In ...
32. oldal
... never have heard of Carmen Sylva . I have said that Elizabeth wrote poetry in childhood . She kept on writing after she had passed from girlhood into womanhood . But she kept the secret of her composition to herself . After the death of ...
... never have heard of Carmen Sylva . I have said that Elizabeth wrote poetry in childhood . She kept on writing after she had passed from girlhood into womanhood . But she kept the secret of her composition to herself . After the death of ...
34. oldal
... never Must faint in the twilight glow But toil on forever . Six children I have to relieve - How blanched are their faces ! If only ' twere not Christmas Eve , Nor bright other places ! THE STONE - CUTTER . WE hammer , hammer , hammer ...
... never Must faint in the twilight glow But toil on forever . Six children I have to relieve - How blanched are their faces ! If only ' twere not Christmas Eve , Nor bright other places ! THE STONE - CUTTER . WE hammer , hammer , hammer ...
37. oldal
... UNFOLDED HOPES . MANY a bud enfolds a hue that never sees the sun ; Unfriendly thoughts have blasted hopes that love has just begun ; Many a rose unwatched hath grown where summer sunbeams lie HARRIET MAXWELL CONVERSE . 37.
... UNFOLDED HOPES . MANY a bud enfolds a hue that never sees the sun ; Unfriendly thoughts have blasted hopes that love has just begun ; Many a rose unwatched hath grown where summer sunbeams lie HARRIET MAXWELL CONVERSE . 37.
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Népszerű szakaszok
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...