Everybody's Book of Short Poems: Selected from Out-of-the-way SourcesSaxon & Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... round my window , Songs the sweetest ever heard , And I hang my cage there daily , But I never catch a bird . So with thoughts my brain is teeming , And they sing there all day long ; But they never fold their pinions In the little cage ...
... round my window , Songs the sweetest ever heard , And I hang my cage there daily , But I never catch a bird . So with thoughts my brain is teeming , And they sing there all day long ; But they never fold their pinions In the little cage ...
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... . ALL day and all night I can hear the jar Of the loom of life , and near and far It thrills with its deep and muffled sound As the tireless wheels go always round . Busy , ceaselessly , goes the loom , In the MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 7.
... . ALL day and all night I can hear the jar Of the loom of life , and near and far It thrills with its deep and muffled sound As the tireless wheels go always round . Busy , ceaselessly , goes the loom , In the MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 7.
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... round thy charms to cling ; Another Orpheus to play music to thee , A Homer thy perfections all to sing . I would be May to clothe thee with its splendour , And Love itself adoring to caress thee ; 15 I'd call on fame , to speak my ...
... round thy charms to cling ; Another Orpheus to play music to thee , A Homer thy perfections all to sing . I would be May to clothe thee with its splendour , And Love itself adoring to caress thee ; 15 I'd call on fame , to speak my ...
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... so slender ; Come down , and let the evening star Sink in your softer splendour , While night moths round you hover . Nor stirring leaves , nor singing tones Can any meaning render So sweet as love's surrender , MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... so slender ; Come down , and let the evening star Sink in your softer splendour , While night moths round you hover . Nor stirring leaves , nor singing tones Can any meaning render So sweet as love's surrender , MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... round my feet Night's lone watches lay On day dreams their blight . Purple as the sea where , while spiced winds glide , Lovers fervidly Bid love's star abide , thou wilt my love greet , And his thoughts to me Hither thou wilt guide ...
... round my feet Night's lone watches lay On day dreams their blight . Purple as the sea where , while spiced winds glide , Lovers fervidly Bid love's star abide , thou wilt my love greet , And his thoughts to me Hither thou wilt guide ...
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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...