Everybody's Book of Short Poems: Selected from Out-of-the-way SourcesSaxon & Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... breath . " Thank God ' tis no worse , " she cried , With a smile . " You did forget What unreckoned wealth is ours Since we have each other yet . " -Unidentified . LIFE AND SONG . LIFE is the seed one soweth MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. ...
... breath . " Thank God ' tis no worse , " she cried , With a smile . " You did forget What unreckoned wealth is ours Since we have each other yet . " -Unidentified . LIFE AND SONG . LIFE is the seed one soweth MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. ...
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... pleasures , Like colours that gratefully blend , Like everything breathing of pureness , Like these , is the love of a friend . --Josephine Canning , THE SECRET . I HAVE heard a fearful secret ; EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POFMS .
... pleasures , Like colours that gratefully blend , Like everything breathing of pureness , Like these , is the love of a friend . --Josephine Canning , THE SECRET . I HAVE heard a fearful secret ; EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POFMS .
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... breath , When , his pulse failing , Passion sleepless lies , When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death And Innocence is closing up his eyes- Now , if thou wouldst , when all have given him over From death to life thou might'st him yet ...
... breath , When , his pulse failing , Passion sleepless lies , When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death And Innocence is closing up his eyes- Now , if thou wouldst , when all have given him over From death to life thou might'st him yet ...
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... breath , That your beauty itself wants proving ; Unless you can swear- " For life , for death " -- Oh , fear to call it loving ! Unless you can muse in a crowd all day , On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love as the ...
... breath , That your beauty itself wants proving ; Unless you can swear- " For life , for death " -- Oh , fear to call it loving ! Unless you can muse in a crowd all day , On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love as the ...
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... on your shoulder is pillowed in rest . " You smooth the soft tresses away from her forehead , Her breath , sweet as summer , floats over your cheek ; You tighten your clasp as you murmur , ' My 84 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
... on your shoulder is pillowed in rest . " You smooth the soft tresses away from her forehead , Her breath , sweet as summer , floats over your cheek ; You tighten your clasp as you murmur , ' My 84 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
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Стр. 150 - No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool ; The rod must heal the sin : but Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool...
Стр. 133 - In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in .His bosom that transfigures you and me ; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Стр. 168 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. " Not such as Europe breeds in her decay ; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. " Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Стр. 220 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Стр. 132 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Стр. 168 - In happy climes, where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : In happy climes, the seat of innocence...
Стр. 255 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Стр. 132 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Стр. 98 - And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
Стр. 100 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush...