Everybody's Book of Short Poems: Selected from Out-of-the-way SourcesSaxon & Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... river to cross , Always an effort to make , If there's anything good to win , Any rich prize to take . Yonder's the fruit we crave ; Yonder the charming scene ; But deep and wide , with a troubled tide , Is the river that lies between ...
... river to cross , Always an effort to make , If there's anything good to win , Any rich prize to take . Yonder's the fruit we crave ; Yonder the charming scene ; But deep and wide , with a troubled tide , Is the river that lies between ...
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... river we have to cross . -Unidentified . SOWER AND SEED . A KINDLY word and a kindly deed , A helpful hand in time of need , With a strong true heart To do his part , — Thus went the sower out with his seed , Nor stayed in his toil to ...
... river we have to cross . -Unidentified . SOWER AND SEED . A KINDLY word and a kindly deed , A helpful hand in time of need , With a strong true heart To do his part , — Thus went the sower out with his seed , Nor stayed in his toil to ...
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... river bearing laden barks upon its heaving breast , Is stronger than the constant love that knows no sleep nor rest , Dearest ! There is no pearl that lies asleep where deep seas thunder low , There is no mountain bloom that nods where ...
... river bearing laden barks upon its heaving breast , Is stronger than the constant love that knows no sleep nor rest , Dearest ! There is no pearl that lies asleep where deep seas thunder low , There is no mountain bloom that nods where ...
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... said I would cease to love her When her freshness showed decay ; They were wrong , for as the river Wears its channel more away , Deeper grew my love , and clearer Seemed her beauties 36 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
... said I would cease to love her When her freshness showed decay ; They were wrong , for as the river Wears its channel more away , Deeper grew my love , and clearer Seemed her beauties 36 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
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... river and rill , Till it stops their bright smiles and frolicsome wiles , And bids their blue wavelets lie still . Then it trails its fierce hands o'er the innocent lands And withers the valley and hill . Oh , bold is the frost that ...
... river and rill , Till it stops their bright smiles and frolicsome wiles , And bids their blue wavelets lie still . Then it trails its fierce hands o'er the innocent lands And withers the valley and hill . Oh , bold is the frost that ...
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angels baby beauty birds bless blue breast breath bright clouds cold dark darling dead dear death deep DON LEMON doth dream earth Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ella Wheeler Wilcox Eugene Field eyes face fair fate fear feet flowers glad gold golden gray hand Harriet Prescott Spofford hear heart heaven Helen Hunt Jackson hope James Whitcomb Riley Jennie Maxwell Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly kiss land laugh life's light lips live look love's lover morn mother never night o'er once pain peace rain rest river rose shadow shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars Sunshine Susan Coolidge sweet sweetest T. B. Aldrich tears tell tender thee There's thine things thou thought tide to-day to-night true voice wait watch waves weary weep wind wonder word
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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...