The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, 18. kötetAvil Printing Company, 1903 |
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91. oldal
... sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune . The following are the last verses written by Mrs. Osgood : PASSING TO ... sweet roses blow : Death's lovely angel bids me there , And it is sweet to go . OSGOOD , KATE PUTNAM , an American poet ...
... sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune . The following are the last verses written by Mrs. Osgood : PASSING TO ... sweet roses blow : Death's lovely angel bids me there , And it is sweet to go . OSGOOD , KATE PUTNAM , an American poet ...
93. oldal
... sweet with apple - bloom ; And now , when the cows came back at night , The feeble father drove them home . For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain ; And the old man's tremulous , palsied arm Could ...
... sweet with apple - bloom ; And now , when the cows came back at night , The feeble father drove them home . For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain ; And the old man's tremulous , palsied arm Could ...
116. oldal
... sweet a milk press makes the milk whiter or sweeter ; for never came al- mond - glove or aromatic ointment on her palm to taint it . The golden ears of corn fall and kiss her feet when she reaps them , as if they wished to be bound and ...
... sweet a milk press makes the milk whiter or sweeter ; for never came al- mond - glove or aromatic ointment on her palm to taint it . The golden ears of corn fall and kiss her feet when she reaps them , as if they wished to be bound and ...
178. oldal
... thy own sweetness , O little one , perfect and sweet , Thou would'st be a child forever , Completer while incomplete . -Francis Turner Palgrave . PALGRAVE , WILLIAM GIFFORD , an English traveller , born 178 FRANCIS PALGRAVE.
... thy own sweetness , O little one , perfect and sweet , Thou would'st be a child forever , Completer while incomplete . -Francis Turner Palgrave . PALGRAVE , WILLIAM GIFFORD , an English traveller , born 178 FRANCIS PALGRAVE.
195. oldal
... Can shield from harm , recall my wandering feet ; My God , thy hand can feed And day by day can lead Where the sweet streams of peace and safety flow . VOL . XVIIL - 13 I SAW THEE . " When thou wast under the RAY PALMER 195.
... Can shield from harm , recall my wandering feet ; My God , thy hand can feed And day by day can lead Where the sweet streams of peace and safety flow . VOL . XVIIL - 13 I SAW THEE . " When thou wast under the RAY PALMER 195.
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447. oldal - ... prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted, On this home by horror haunted, — tell me truly, I implore, Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore !
439. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
476. oldal - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
472. oldal - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
443. oldal - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
447. oldal - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
237. oldal - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
449. oldal - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
477. oldal - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
449. oldal - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.