Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and EnglishJeannette Leonard Gilder Cassell, 1886 - 683 oldal |
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... Italiens - A Love - Letter - The Portrait- Tears ( from Glenaveril ) -An Evening in Tuscany . MACDONALD , George . Longing - Light . 393 / 396 • 404 414 • 429 449 PAGE • 460 E E MACKAY , CHARLES . - TABLE OF CONTENTS . XXXV.
... Italiens - A Love - Letter - The Portrait- Tears ( from Glenaveril ) -An Evening in Tuscany . MACDONALD , George . Longing - Light . 393 / 396 • 404 414 • 429 449 PAGE • 460 E E MACKAY , CHARLES . - TABLE OF CONTENTS . XXXV.
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... Tears , Terrace , On Lynn , Theodore Winthrop , Thousand Years Ago , A , Thou Wilt Never Grow Old , Thy Garden , Timasitheos . Tme , The Paradox of , . To - Day , To My Daughter , To My Grandmother , To the Army of the Potomac ...
... Tears , Terrace , On Lynn , Theodore Winthrop , Thousand Years Ago , A , Thou Wilt Never Grow Old , Thy Garden , Timasitheos . Tme , The Paradox of , . To - Day , To My Daughter , To My Grandmother , To the Army of the Potomac ...
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... tears for a sorrow I did not see : Lightly the winds were blowing , softly her tears were flowing— Tears for the unknown years and a sorrow that was to be ! UNSUNG . As sweet as the breath that goes From the lips of the white rose , As ...
... tears for a sorrow I did not see : Lightly the winds were blowing , softly her tears were flowing— Tears for the unknown years and a sorrow that was to be ! UNSUNG . As sweet as the breath that goes From the lips of the white rose , As ...
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... tears well up , and fain would fall ? Even the lark's voice has a mournful fall ; His lovely golden breast , that seems to bring The sunshine with it , and the warmth , and all That makes and glorifies the gracious spring , Is burdened ...
... tears well up , and fain would fall ? Even the lark's voice has a mournful fall ; His lovely golden breast , that seems to bring The sunshine with it , and the warmth , and all That makes and glorifies the gracious spring , Is burdened ...
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... tears upon my brow shed , - “ I would say , though the Angel of Death had laid His sword on my lips to keep it unsaid . You should not ask vainly , with streaming eyes , Which of all deaths was the chiefest surprise , " The very ...
... tears upon my brow shed , - “ I would say , though the Angel of Death had laid His sword on my lips to keep it unsaid . You should not ask vainly , with streaming eyes , Which of all deaths was the chiefest surprise , " The very ...
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423. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
327. oldal - 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.
424. oldal - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
325. oldal - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
119. oldal - And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair. And the meal, the rich dates yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the...
91. oldal - Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before...
423. oldal - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
28. oldal - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children; Come children, come down! The hoarse wind blows coldly; Lights shine in the town.
417. oldal - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly- earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
425. 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'.