The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885A. C. McClurg, 1885 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... words of finest wit and maturest wis- dom for our entertainment , instruction , and inspiration . " But it is not well at all times to partake of the richest dishes or to drink the rarest wines . The finest wit and the maturest wisdom ...
... words of finest wit and maturest wis- dom for our entertainment , instruction , and inspiration . " But it is not well at all times to partake of the richest dishes or to drink the rarest wines . The finest wit and the maturest wisdom ...
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... for others by master hands . Who now can say that Long- fellow did not borrow the thought — even some of the very words for his description of the baby , in The - Hanging of the Crane , from as lowly a source 6 EXPLANATORY .
... for others by master hands . Who now can say that Long- fellow did not borrow the thought — even some of the very words for his description of the baby , in The - Hanging of the Crane , from as lowly a source 6 EXPLANATORY .
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... Word , A. Mary A. Barr Carrie May Hugh Howard Eugene Field Mrs. C. F. Alexander Mrs. Frances Osgood Joel T. Hart PAGE · 177 194 · 67 447 • 277 • 109 · 310 • 241 • 291 367 • 94 65 Emma Pomeroy Greenough 123 P. M. Owen Bishop Coxe Mary B ...
... Word , A. Mary A. Barr Carrie May Hugh Howard Eugene Field Mrs. C. F. Alexander Mrs. Frances Osgood Joel T. Hart PAGE · 177 194 · 67 447 • 277 • 109 · 310 • 241 • 291 367 • 94 65 Emma Pomeroy Greenough 123 P. M. Owen Bishop Coxe Mary B ...
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... Words Upon the Threshold Vagrant , A Vanquished . • P. W. Bourdillon Harriet McEwen Kimball 157 G. E. Josephine Pollard Francis P. Browne 53 174 31 · 85 175 415 Violet's Grave , The Wabash Violets Waiting Waiting Wanderer , INDEX OF ...
... Words Upon the Threshold Vagrant , A Vanquished . • P. W. Bourdillon Harriet McEwen Kimball 157 G. E. Josephine Pollard Francis P. Browne 53 174 31 · 85 175 415 Violet's Grave , The Wabash Violets Waiting Waiting Wanderer , INDEX OF ...
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A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885. PART I. Of Poets and Poetry . If to embody in a breathing word Tones that the.
A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870-1885. PART I. Of Poets and Poetry . If to embody in a breathing word Tones that the.
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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...