Illustrated Birthday Book of American PoetsAlmira Leach Hayward Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - Всего страниц: 307 |
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... Phabe Cary . Wert thou an untried dweller in the sky ? Is there betwixt the cherub that thou wert , The cherub and the angel thou mayst be , A life's probation in this sadder world ? Art thou with memory of two things only , Music and ...
... Phabe Cary . Wert thou an untried dweller in the sky ? Is there betwixt the cherub that thou wert , The cherub and the angel thou mayst be , A life's probation in this sadder world ? Art thou with memory of two things only , Music and ...
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... Phabe Cary . Of nicest courtesy , his words did sue , The while his tone commanded . To clothe the fiery thought Bayard Taylor . In simple words succeeds , For still the craft of genius is To mask a king in weeds . R. W. Emerson . March ...
... Phabe Cary . Of nicest courtesy , his words did sue , The while his tone commanded . To clothe the fiery thought Bayard Taylor . In simple words succeeds , For still the craft of genius is To mask a king in weeds . R. W. Emerson . March ...
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... Phabe Cary . He met the men of many a land ; They gave their souls into his hand ; And none of them was long unknown ; The hardest lesson was his own . Bayard Taylor . We love in others what we lack ourselves , And would be every thing ...
... Phabe Cary . He met the men of many a land ; They gave their souls into his hand ; And none of them was long unknown ; The hardest lesson was his own . Bayard Taylor . We love in others what we lack ourselves , And would be every thing ...
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... Phoebe Cary . Oh , the years I lost before I knew you , Love ! Oh , the hills I climbed and came not to you , Love ! Ah ! who shall render unto us to make Us glad , The things which for and of each other's sake We might have had ? May ...
... Phoebe Cary . Oh , the years I lost before I knew you , Love ! Oh , the hills I climbed and came not to you , Love ! Ah ! who shall render unto us to make Us glad , The things which for and of each other's sake We might have had ? May ...
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... journey's end . Life may to you bring every good , Which from a Father's hand can fall ; But if true lips have said to me , " I love you , " I have known it all ! Phoebe Cary . June 14 . June 15 . The heights by great 126 June 13 .
... journey's end . Life may to you bring every good , Which from a Father's hand can fall ; But if true lips have said to me , " I love you , " I have known it all ! Phoebe Cary . June 14 . June 15 . The heights by great 126 June 13 .
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Alice Cary April August August 20 Bayard Taylor beauty bless breath bright brow calm Celia Thaxter dear December December 23 doth dream E. C. Stedman E. S. Phelps earth eyes face fair faith February February 11 feet flowers God's grace H. H. Jackson H. W. Longfellow hand hath heart heaven holy hope J. C. R. Dorr J. G. Whittier J. R. Lowell January January 11 Joaquin Miller July June life's light lives look Lucy Larcom M. M. Dodge March N. P. Willis November O. W. Holmes o'er October October 11 patience Phabe Cary R. H. Stoddard R. W. Emerson September September 27 shining skies smile sorrow soul stars sweet T. B. Aldrich T. B. Read tears tender thee thine things thou art toil trust truth unto voice W. C. Bryant W. D. Howells woman's youth Z. B. Gustafson
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Стр. 233 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie ; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy Dearth the lovely ones again.
Стр. 190 - For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Стр. 233 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Стр. 1 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the winged snow: And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Стр. 86 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Стр. 255 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Стр. 238 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Стр. 128 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Стр. 64 - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
Стр. 30 - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.