A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F. A. Stokes Company, 1891 - 390 sider |
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... Beauty and Time , When she comes Home , The Ladies of St. James's , Light , Jenny Kissed Me , She was a Beauty , Toujours Amour , What Bard , O Time , Discover , To Celia , · Here's to the Maiden , A Health , My Luv's like a Red , Red ...
... Beauty and Time , When she comes Home , The Ladies of St. James's , Light , Jenny Kissed Me , She was a Beauty , Toujours Amour , What Bard , O Time , Discover , To Celia , · Here's to the Maiden , A Health , My Luv's like a Red , Red ...
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... beauty of thy voice . And the night shall be fill'd with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGfellow . TO MEMORY . O MEMORY ! thou fond ...
... beauty of thy voice . And the night shall be fill'd with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGfellow . TO MEMORY . O MEMORY ! thou fond ...
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... beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit , and sad images Of the ...
... beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit , and sad images Of the ...
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... beauty , side by side , They fill'd one home with glee ; — Their graves are sever'd , far and wide , By mount , and stream , and sea . The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight ...
... beauty , side by side , They fill'd one home with glee ; — Their graves are sever'd , far and wide , By mount , and stream , and sea . The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight ...
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... beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour : - - The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long ...
... beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour : - - The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long ...
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Side 208 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Side 53 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Side 70 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Side 94 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side 307 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 341 - 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.
Side 328 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 171 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Side 88 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Side 323 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.