Everybody's Book of Short Poems: Selected from Out-of-the-way SourcesSaxon & Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... O'er unregarded things , And half in dream your gentle gaze Falls on its shattered strings , Some loving impulse may endear Your memories of the past , And if for me you shed one tear , I think ' twould wake at last . Wake with a note ...
... O'er unregarded things , And half in dream your gentle gaze Falls on its shattered strings , Some loving impulse may endear Your memories of the past , And if for me you shed one tear , I think ' twould wake at last . Wake with a note ...
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... o'er , Till the tremulous passion vine wondered Was there ever such love before ; And the moon fled into abysses Of maidenly , fleecy mist- She envied the joy of our kisses , For ever herself unkissed . Too soon came the rapturous ...
... o'er , Till the tremulous passion vine wondered Was there ever such love before ; And the moon fled into abysses Of maidenly , fleecy mist- She envied the joy of our kisses , For ever herself unkissed . Too soon came the rapturous ...
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... . A ZEPHYR moves the maple trees , And straightway o'er the grass The shadows of their branches shift , Shift , love , but do not pass . ! So though with time a change may come , Within 44 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
... . A ZEPHYR moves the maple trees , And straightway o'er the grass The shadows of their branches shift , Shift , love , but do not pass . ! So though with time a change may come , Within 44 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
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... o'er . Quiet and cold thou liest there so low , And thou wilt speak to me no more , no more . For the last time I come to look on thee , To stamp upon my aching heart thy charms , And as a memory to take with me , Hold thy dead form ...
... o'er . Quiet and cold thou liest there so low , And thou wilt speak to me no more , no more . For the last time I come to look on thee , To stamp upon my aching heart thy charms , And as a memory to take with me , Hold thy dead form ...
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... o'er it , She could but wonder o'er it . Why ! she has got All I can give ! In one our lives are blended , As one they will be ended ; So do we live . What could I give her ? - Unidentified A PICTURE . WHEN dark days have come , and 56 ...
... o'er it , She could but wonder o'er it . Why ! she has got All I can give ! In one our lives are blended , As one they will be ended ; So do we live . What could I give her ? - Unidentified A PICTURE . WHEN dark days have come , and 56 ...
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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...