The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885Jansen, McClurg, 1886 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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Aimer angel baby Beautiful snow bird bless bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brow CHARLES MACKAY 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 gloaming glory glow gold golden golden band gray hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss life's light lingering lips look love's 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 thine things thou thought tide to-day to-night voice wait weary whisper wind words
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Стр. 132 - 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. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Стр. 416 - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses the Blue, Under the lilies the Gray.
Стр. 191 - When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Стр. 330 - 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. 237 - 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. 416 - 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. 407 - 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. 200 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Стр. 78 - 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. 303 - Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung! The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung! "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders — oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!