The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885A. C. McClurg, 1885 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... feet . And my gentle , loving mother Spoke again in accents mild , Curbing every wayward passion Of her happy , thoughtless child . Then I heard the swallows twittering Underneath the cabin eaves , And the laughing shout of Willie Up ...
... feet . And my gentle , loving mother Spoke again in accents mild , Curbing every wayward passion Of her happy , thoughtless child . Then I heard the swallows twittering Underneath the cabin eaves , And the laughing shout of Willie Up ...
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... feet ; So is the bread which we daily eat , Blessed be God , it is common . So is the sea in its wild unrest , - Kissing forever the earth's brown breast ; So is the voice of undying prayer , Evermore piercing the ambient air . So unto ...
... feet ; So is the bread which we daily eat , Blessed be God , it is common . So is the sea in its wild unrest , - Kissing forever the earth's brown breast ; So is the voice of undying prayer , Evermore piercing the ambient air . So unto ...
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... Might as well Try to tell What a birdie sings ! ” " Who is the Queen of Baby - land ? " " Mother , kind and sweet ; And her love , Born above , Guides the little feet . " GEORGE COOper . NELLY TELLS HOW BABY CAME . THERE'S no use of.
... Might as well Try to tell What a birdie sings ! ” " Who is the Queen of Baby - land ? " " Mother , kind and sweet ; And her love , Born above , Guides the little feet . " GEORGE COOper . NELLY TELLS HOW BABY CAME . THERE'S no use of.
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... feet , as little as can be , And shining eyes and curly hair , and hands you scarce can see . And then it never cries a bit , like some bad babies do ; And papa says it looks like me - I don't think so , do you ? For I'm a girl and it's ...
... feet , as little as can be , And shining eyes and curly hair , and hands you scarce can see . And then it never cries a bit , like some bad babies do ; And papa says it looks like me - I don't think so , do you ? For I'm a girl and it's ...
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... feet , Whose race is yet un - run ! And blessings on the little brain That has not learned to plan ! Whate'er the Future hold in store , God bless the " coming man " ! THE BALD - HEADED TYRANT . OH ! the quietest 42 THE HUMBLER POETS .
... feet , Whose race is yet un - run ! And blessings on the little brain That has not learned to plan ! Whate'er the Future hold in store , God bless the " coming man " ! THE BALD - HEADED TYRANT . OH ! the quietest 42 THE HUMBLER POETS .
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Aimer angel baby Beautiful snow bird bless blossoms blue breast breath bright brow Christmas clasp clouds cold comes dark dead dear death dream earth Eliab EUGENE FIELD eyes F. W. BOURDILLON face faded fair fall feet fleur-de-lis flowers glad gleam glory glow gold golden golden band gray grow hair hand head hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss life's light lingering lips look love's MARY FRANCES BUTTS morning mother neath never nevermore night o'er pain passed prayer R. D. BLACKMORE rain rest Rock of Ages rose round Scribner's Magazine shadows shadows fall sigh silent sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul stars summer sunshine sweet tears tell tender thee There's thine things thou thought tide to-day to-night voice wait weary whisper wind words
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Стр. 253 - gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace ? I stand amid the eternal ways. And what is mine shall know my face.
Стр. 122 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Стр. 306 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth — Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun.
Стр. 275 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too ; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
Стр. 410 - Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done ; In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms, the Blue ; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Стр. 401 - Then fastened the meadow bars again. Under the willows, and over the hill, He patiently followed their sober pace ; The merry whistle for once was still, And something shadowed the sunny face. Only a boy ! and his father had said He never could let his youngest go ; Two already were lying dead Under the feet of the trampling foe.
Стр. 226 - We are so dull and thankless ; and too slow To catch the sunshine till it slips away. And now it seems surpassing strange to me, That while I wore the badge of motherhood, I did not kiss more oft and tenderly The little child that brought me only good.
Стр. 307 - That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor, The...
Стр. 297 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Стр. 409 - Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray. These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet : Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the...