Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best AuthorsJ.A. Ruth, 1882 - 336 страница |
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... there are some readers for whom poetry has no attraction . They see no beauty and learn no truth unless pre- sented in the plain garb of prose . Yet the highest beauty and grandest truth in human thought is arrayed in white - robed ...
... there are some readers for whom poetry has no attraction . They see no beauty and learn no truth unless pre- sented in the plain garb of prose . Yet the highest beauty and grandest truth in human thought is arrayed in white - robed ...
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... there there to make thee fear ? A folded chamber vest , Akin to that which thou shalt wear When for thy slumber drest ; Two gentle angels sitting by- How sweet a room , methinks , wherein to lie ! No gloomy vault , no charnel cell , No ...
... there there to make thee fear ? A folded chamber vest , Akin to that which thou shalt wear When for thy slumber drest ; Two gentle angels sitting by- How sweet a room , methinks , wherein to lie ! No gloomy vault , no charnel cell , No ...
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... there to grow . Still are we saying , " Teach us how to pray : " Oh , teach us how to love , and then our prayer Through other lives will find its upward way , As plants together seek and find sweet life and air . Transfigured . LMOST ...
... there to grow . Still are we saying , " Teach us how to pray : " Oh , teach us how to love , and then our prayer Through other lives will find its upward way , As plants together seek and find sweet life and air . Transfigured . LMOST ...
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... there yet no sign of glory To break the darkness of the eastern gate ? No voice that tells again the wonderous story ? For oh , the promised bridegroom tarries late . The bride stands fainting now before the portal , Where long her ...
... there yet no sign of glory To break the darkness of the eastern gate ? No voice that tells again the wonderous story ? For oh , the promised bridegroom tarries late . The bride stands fainting now before the portal , Where long her ...
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... there will righted be . Sing in numbers low and sweet , Let the songs of two worlds meet We shall not be sundered long- Like the fragment of a song , Like the branches of a rill , Parted by the rock or hill , We shall blend in tune and ...
... there will righted be . Sing in numbers low and sweet , Let the songs of two worlds meet We shall not be sundered long- Like the fragment of a song , Like the branches of a rill , Parted by the rock or hill , We shall blend in tune and ...
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Страница 113 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Страница 213 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Страница 226 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Страница 212 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Страница 258 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. is 249 The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Страница 93 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
Страница 217 - I die, my friend," quoth I, And "Exactly so," quoth he. 'Says he, "Dear JAMES, to murder me Were a foolish thing to do, For don't you see that you can't cook me, While I can — and will — cook you...
Страница 95 - She clad herself in a russet gown, She was no longer Lady Clare : She went by dale, and she went by down, With a single rose in her hair.
Страница 218 - And he stirred it round and round and round And he sniffed at the foaming froth; When I ups with his heels and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And...
Страница 255 - You needn't laugh, sir ; they were not then Such a burning libel on God's creatures : I was one of your handsome men ! If you had seen her, so fair and young, Whose head was happy on this breast ! If you could have heard the songs I sung When the wine went round, you wouldn't...