Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best AuthorsJ.A. Ruth, 1882 - 336 страница |
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... HEARD. THE SHO - SHO - NE WARRior . THE PATRIOT'S DUST . THE DYING PRISONER . THE LAST REVEILLE . THE TWO KNAPSACKS . THE YARN OF THE THE DEAD MOON . " NANCY BELL . ' THAT GRUMBLING OLD WOMAN . THE LIGHTNING - ROD DISPENSER . THE ...
... HEARD. THE SHO - SHO - NE WARRior . THE PATRIOT'S DUST . THE DYING PRISONER . THE LAST REVEILLE . THE TWO KNAPSACKS . THE YARN OF THE THE DEAD MOON . " NANCY BELL . ' THAT GRUMBLING OLD WOMAN . THE LIGHTNING - ROD DISPENSER . THE ...
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... HEARD the glorious multitude , I saw their lights afar , As , mounting up the golden stairs , they passed from star to star ; Each robed in snowy whiteness , all crowned with sunless light , They swept athwart the ether , in the still ...
... HEARD the glorious multitude , I saw their lights afar , As , mounting up the golden stairs , they passed from star to star ; Each robed in snowy whiteness , all crowned with sunless light , They swept athwart the ether , in the still ...
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... heard heaven's anger in the thunder's roar , Or laugh of naiads on the pebbled shore ? To him for every change a Will was law , The cloud - black eagle - had lightnings in its claw ! And nymphs dropped rain from brimming urns they bore ...
... heard heaven's anger in the thunder's roar , Or laugh of naiads on the pebbled shore ? To him for every change a Will was law , The cloud - black eagle - had lightnings in its claw ! And nymphs dropped rain from brimming urns they bore ...
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... heard such words as these . Thousands of years had men lived on In pain and ease . Prophet and priest and sage had told their lore , But stood with bated breath ; Each owned his wisdom vain before The Power of Death . Nothing beyond ...
... heard such words as these . Thousands of years had men lived on In pain and ease . Prophet and priest and sage had told their lore , But stood with bated breath ; Each owned his wisdom vain before The Power of Death . Nothing beyond ...
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... heard one whisper , with departing breath , " Suffer us not , for any pains of death , To fall from Thee . " But , O , the pains of life ! the pains of life ! There is no comfort now , and naught to win , But yet I will begin . I ...
... heard one whisper , with departing breath , " Suffer us not , for any pains of death , To fall from Thee . " But , O , the pains of life ! the pains of life ! There is no comfort now , and naught to win , But yet I will begin . I ...
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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...