The Magic Carpet: Poems for Travelers Selected by Mrs. Waldo Richards...Houghton Mifflin, 1924 - 510 oldal |
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15. oldal
... things and wonders spread for me The chart and let me venture , till I find The secrets of your beauty and your mind . JEAN KENYON MACKENZIE TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIM How shall I know , unless I go To Cairo and Cathay , Whether or not ...
... things and wonders spread for me The chart and let me venture , till I find The secrets of your beauty and your mind . JEAN KENYON MACKENZIE TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIM How shall I know , unless I go To Cairo and Cathay , Whether or not ...
19. oldal
... things by the pound or score , He deals with scarce perfunctory glance Small pass - keys to the world's Romance . He takes dull money , turns and hands The roadways to far distant lands . Bright shining rail and fenceless sea Are ...
... things by the pound or score , He deals with scarce perfunctory glance Small pass - keys to the world's Romance . He takes dull money , turns and hands The roadways to far distant lands . Bright shining rail and fenceless sea Are ...
31. oldal
... thing For careless lips to say . As he went up to London ! I'll wager many a crown He never saw the road that I Shall take to London town . When I go up to London " Twill be in April weather . I'll have a riband on my rein And flaunt a ...
... thing For careless lips to say . As he went up to London ! I'll wager many a crown He never saw the road that I Shall take to London town . When I go up to London " Twill be in April weather . I'll have a riband on my rein And flaunt a ...
33. oldal
... things befell . And there the boys and girls at play , Understanding well , Quick will hail me , clear and sweet , Crowding , crowding after ; Every little crooked street Will echo to their laughter ; Lilting , as they mark my look ...
... things befell . And there the boys and girls at play , Understanding well , Quick will hail me , clear and sweet , Crowding , crowding after ; Every little crooked street Will echo to their laughter ; Lilting , as they mark my look ...
53. oldal
... And in her eyes a glory , and a crown upon her head ! With lovelight and firelight and candlelight , how fair Was wonderful old London beyond Trafalgar Square ! CHARLES HANSON TOWNE THE LONDON BOBBY THE finest thing in London is the [ 53 ]
... And in her eyes a glory , and a crown upon her head ! With lovelight and firelight and candlelight , how fair Was wonderful old London beyond Trafalgar Square ! CHARLES HANSON TOWNE THE LONDON BOBBY THE finest thing in London is the [ 53 ]
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.