Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and EnglishJeannette Leonard Gilder Cassell, 1886 - 683 oldal |
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... woman touches in poetry , as she should in life ; and she is instinctively on the side of religion . It is always resignation , or faith , hope and aid , that we get from woman's poetry . I do not recall any woman poet who was a sceptic ...
... woman touches in poetry , as she should in life ; and she is instinctively on the side of religion . It is always resignation , or faith , hope and aid , that we get from woman's poetry . I do not recall any woman poet who was a sceptic ...
xxxviii. oldal
... Woman's Wish . TROWBRIDGE , JOHN TOWNSEND . 641 • 650 At My Enemy's Gate - Midsummer - The Vaga- bonds WHITMAN , WALT . Eidolons - Patrolling Barnegat - The Ox - Tamer -Spirit that Form'd this Scene - Ashes of Soldiers . WHITNEY ...
... Woman's Wish . TROWBRIDGE , JOHN TOWNSEND . 641 • 650 At My Enemy's Gate - Midsummer - The Vaga- bonds WHITMAN , WALT . Eidolons - Patrolling Barnegat - The Ox - Tamer -Spirit that Form'd this Scene - Ashes of Soldiers . WHITNEY ...
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... , 507 Witnesses , 552 Woman's Wish , A , 639 Work and Worship , 152 World's Justice , The , World Well Lost , The , 394 567 Youth , The Flight of , 587 Im Alden THE MAGIC MIRROR . The magic mirror makes lii INDEX TO NAMES OF POEMS .
... , 507 Witnesses , 552 Woman's Wish , A , 639 Work and Worship , 152 World's Justice , The , World Well Lost , The , 394 567 Youth , The Flight of , 587 Im Alden THE MAGIC MIRROR . The magic mirror makes lii INDEX TO NAMES OF POEMS .
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... woman's shame , But for the sake of that pure , loyal love Your husband bore you . Queen , by grace of God , I bow before the lustre of your throne ! I kiss the edges of your garment - hem , And hold myself ennobled ! Answer me ...
... woman's shame , But for the sake of that pure , loyal love Your husband bore you . Queen , by grace of God , I bow before the lustre of your throne ! I kiss the edges of your garment - hem , And hold myself ennobled ! Answer me ...
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... woman ? Lay him low , lay him low , In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! Fold him in his country's stars , Roll the drum and fire the volley ! What to him are all our wars ? What but death bemocking ...
... woman ? Lay him low , lay him low , In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! Fold him in his country's stars , Roll the drum and fire the volley ! What to him are all our wars ? What but death bemocking ...
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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'.