A Treasury of Favorite PoemsWalter Learned F. A. Stokes Company, 1891 - 390 sider |
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... clear and pronounced on the many poems to be found in all anthologies . Con- cerning the poems of to - day , an attempt has been made to include a few which seem to have a pres- ent and deserved popularity . To keep such a vol- ume ...
... clear and pronounced on the many poems to be found in all anthologies . Con- cerning the poems of to - day , an attempt has been made to include a few which seem to have a pres- ent and deserved popularity . To keep such a vol- ume ...
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... clear and strong That it could drown the old man's long , For he sang the song , " Too late ! too late ! " When we want , we have for our pains The promise that if we but wait Till the want has burned out of our brains , Every means ...
... clear and strong That it could drown the old man's long , For he sang the song , " Too late ! too late ! " When we want , we have for our pains The promise that if we but wait Till the want has burned out of our brains , Every means ...
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... clear , One radiant vista of the realm before us , - With one rapt moment given to see and hear , Ah , who would fear ? Were we quite sure To find the peerless friend who left us lonely , Or there , by some celestial stream as pure , Το ...
... clear , One radiant vista of the realm before us , - With one rapt moment given to see and hear , Ah , who would fear ? Were we quite sure To find the peerless friend who left us lonely , Or there , by some celestial stream as pure , Το ...
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... clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar , When I put out to sea , But such a tide as moving seems asleep , Too full for sound and foam , When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home . Twilight and ...
... clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar , When I put out to sea , But such a tide as moving seems asleep , Too full for sound and foam , When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home . Twilight and ...
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... clear cold heaven , as falls the plague on men , And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland , glade , and glen . And now , when comes the calm mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from ...
... clear cold heaven , as falls the plague on men , And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland , glade , and glen . And now , when comes the calm mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from ...
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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.