The Magic Carpet: Poems for Travelers Selected by Mrs. Waldo Richards...Houghton Mifflin, 1924 - 510 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... Robert Hillyer . To Messrs . Burns Oates & Washbourne , Ltd. , and to Messrs . Charles Scribner's Sons and Mr. Wilfred Meynell personally for " November Blue " and " The Watershed , " from Poems , Collected Edition , by Alice Meynell ...
... Robert Hillyer . To Messrs . Burns Oates & Washbourne , Ltd. , and to Messrs . Charles Scribner's Sons and Mr. Wilfred Meynell personally for " November Blue " and " The Watershed , " from Poems , Collected Edition , by Alice Meynell ...
x. oldal
... Robert Nichols . To Mr. R. Cobden - Sanderson , London , and to Mr. Holmes per- sonally for " Sonnet , " from Sonnets and Lyrics , by Edmond Holmes . To Messrs . William Collins , Sons & Company , Ltd. , London and Glasgow , for ...
... Robert Nichols . To Mr. R. Cobden - Sanderson , London , and to Mr. Holmes per- sonally for " Sonnet , " from Sonnets and Lyrics , by Edmond Holmes . To Messrs . William Collins , Sons & Company , Ltd. , London and Glasgow , for ...
xi. oldal
... Robert M. McBride & Company , New York , for the same poems from Sonnets and Verse ) . To Messrs . Duffield & Company for " Twilight at Florence , " from Gabrielle , and Other Poems , by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi ( also to Mme ...
... Robert M. McBride & Company , New York , for the same poems from Sonnets and Verse ) . To Messrs . Duffield & Company for " Twilight at Florence , " from Gabrielle , and Other Poems , by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi ( also to Mme ...
xii. oldal
... Robert Hillyer . To Mr. William Heinemann , London , for " The Land of France , " from Collected Poems , by Edmund Gosse ; and " Flambor- ough Head , " from Down Here the Hawthorn , by Thomas Moult ( also to Messrs . George H. Doran ...
... Robert Hillyer . To Mr. William Heinemann , London , for " The Land of France , " from Collected Poems , by Edmund Gosse ; and " Flambor- ough Head , " from Down Here the Hawthorn , by Thomas Moult ( also to Messrs . George H. Doran ...
xiii. oldal
... Robert Haven Schauffler ; " Aix - la - Chapelle , " " The Fountain of Trevi , " and " Bedouin Love Song , " from The Complete Poems of Bayard Tay- lor ; " Across the world I speak to thee , " from A New Year's Masque , by Edith M ...
... Robert Haven Schauffler ; " Aix - la - Chapelle , " " The Fountain of Trevi , " and " Bedouin Love Song , " from The Complete Poems of Bayard Tay- lor ; " Across the world I speak to thee , " from A New Year's Masque , by Edith M ...
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Aberdovey Arthur Guiterman Ballad Ballyshannon beauty bells beneath bird blue Bouillabaisse breath bright brown burning Carcassonne clouds cold dark dead dear deep Don John dream earth Eilidh England eyes fair feet flowers France gleams gold golden gray green grey hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highland hills holy James Elroy Flecker Jeanne JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER John of Austria Kerry King land light London Lord LORD BYRON Mary Messrs mist morning mountains never night o'er peace Poems purple Queen rain Rhine river Robert Robert Hillyer Rome rose round sail Saint shining ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars Street sunset sweet thee there's thine Thomas Thomas Bailey Aldrich tower town trees Twas voice W. M. Letts waves wild William WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder
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94. oldal - BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
xxi. oldal - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
237. oldal - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
14. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow!
95. oldal - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
139. oldal - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
82. oldal - Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
114. oldal - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
280. oldal - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
269. oldal - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung.