The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885A. C. McClurg, 1885 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... To - day ". Home - Coming Home is Where the Heart is Hope Deferred . Humming of the Wires , The Hymn to Santa Rita Ideal Future , An If I Should Die To - night ... and Pity Love of the Past , The Love's 16 INDEX OF TITLES .
... To - day ". Home - Coming Home is Where the Heart is Hope Deferred . Humming of the Wires , The Hymn to Santa Rita Ideal Future , An If I Should Die To - night ... and Pity Love of the Past , The Love's 16 INDEX OF TITLES .
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... for images calculated to excite similar emotions , and strive to convey through these images to others the effect produced by music on ourselves . " — HAWEIS , Music and Morals . WIND , and the sound of a sea Heard in the night from afar , ...
... for images calculated to excite similar emotions , and strive to convey through these images to others the effect produced by music on ourselves . " — HAWEIS , Music and Morals . WIND , and the sound of a sea Heard in the night from afar , ...
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... of the pure and true and fair ! Better to know , though sadder things be known , Better to see , though tears half blind the sight , Than thraldom to the sense , and heart of stone , And horrible contentment with the night . Oh , bring we ...
... of the pure and true and fair ! Better to know , though sadder things be known , Better to see , though tears half blind the sight , Than thraldom to the sense , and heart of stone , And horrible contentment with the night . Oh , bring we ...
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A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885. THE BALD - HEADED TYRANT . OH ... night , And no one ventured to ask him why : Like slaves we trembled before ... the loss of peace I have ceased to care AMONG THE LITTLe folk . 43.
A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885. THE BALD - HEADED TYRANT . OH ... night , And no one ventured to ask him why : Like slaves we trembled before ... the loss of peace I have ceased to care AMONG THE LITTLe folk . 43.
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... For now no birdie voice calls out To bid me welcome home . No little hands stretched out for me , No blue eyes dancing bright , No baby face peeps from the door When I come home at night . And yet there's comfort in the thought That ...
... For now no birdie voice calls out To bid me welcome home . No little hands stretched out for me , No blue eyes dancing bright , No baby face peeps from the door When I come home at night . And yet there's comfort in the thought That ...
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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...