The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspapers and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885A.C. McClurg and Company, 1885 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... bright and fair , Paint them no visions of the glad and free , Lest with purged sights their miseries they see , And through vain longings pass to blank despair . " O brother , treading ever - darkening ways , O OF POETS AND POETRY . 25 ...
... bright and fair , Paint them no visions of the glad and free , Lest with purged sights their miseries they see , And through vain longings pass to blank despair . " O brother , treading ever - darkening ways , O OF POETS AND POETRY . 25 ...
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... bright - eyed cherub brother- A serene , angelic pair ! - Glide around my wakeful pillow , With their praise or mild reproof , As I listen to the murmur Of the soft rain on the roof . And another comes to thrill me With her eyes ...
... bright - eyed cherub brother- A serene , angelic pair ! - Glide around my wakeful pillow , With their praise or mild reproof , As I listen to the murmur Of the soft rain on the roof . And another comes to thrill me With her eyes ...
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... bright spirits above Singled him out for their errand of love ! I suppose I'm a " fogy , " not up to the age , But I can't help recalling an earlier stage , When a real inspiration ( divinus afflatus ) Could be printed without any ...
... bright spirits above Singled him out for their errand of love ! I suppose I'm a " fogy , " not up to the age , But I can't help recalling an earlier stage , When a real inspiration ( divinus afflatus ) Could be printed without any ...
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... bright ! " " What do they do in Baby - land ? " " Dream and wake and play , Laugh and crow , Shout and grow ; Jolly times have they ! " " What do they say in Baby - land ? " " Why , the oddest things ; Might as well Try to tell What a ...
... bright ! " " What do they do in Baby - land ? " " Dream and wake and play , Laugh and crow , Shout and grow ; Jolly times have they ! " " What do they say in Baby - land ? " " Why , the oddest things ; Might as well Try to tell What a ...
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... bright to last , But they lack the consecration That clings round thoughts of the past . II . She came when the May - time scattered May - buds upon holt and lea : And the glint of the sunshine seemed sweeter , And a new song was sung ...
... bright to last , But they lack the consecration That clings round thoughts of the past . II . She came when the May - time scattered May - buds upon holt and lea : And the glint of the sunshine seemed sweeter , And a new song was sung ...
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Aimer angel baby Beautiful snow bird bless bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brow child Christmas clasp 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 hath head hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss life's light lips look love's MARY FRANCES BUTTS morning mother neath never nevermore night o'er pain passed prayer R. D. BLACKMORE rain rest RILEY SMITH rose round Scribner's Magazine shadows shadows fall shine sigh silent sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul stars summer sunshine sweet tears tell tender thee There's things thou thought tide to-day to-night voice wait weary whisper wind words
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Стр. 255 - 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. 76 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
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. 277 - 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. 235 - But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart! God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold. We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
Стр. 328 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Стр. 414 - 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. 198 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Стр. 310 - Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves, — So, without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept. Silently down from the mountain's crown The great procession swept.
Стр. 301 - These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end ; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. " The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung ? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung...