The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Том 51893 |
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... Spirit . The Angel of My Heart . Forgetfulness . To a Butterfly November . Reproof . Youth and I. Unsatisfied . H. A. Van Fredenberg . 354 The Sleep - Journey . Ah ! Heart , I Know . The Singing Sand . Grandmother's Birthday . ALLERTON ...
... Spirit . The Angel of My Heart . Forgetfulness . To a Butterfly November . Reproof . Youth and I. Unsatisfied . H. A. Van Fredenberg . 354 The Sleep - Journey . Ah ! Heart , I Know . The Singing Sand . Grandmother's Birthday . ALLERTON ...
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... Spirit of the Waterfall , " " The Lost Pleiad , " " The Star of Bethlehem , " " Undine , " " Cleopatra and Her Barge " and Sheridan's Ride . " Some of his best portraits are those of George M. Dallas , the ex - queen of Naples ...
... Spirit of the Waterfall , " " The Lost Pleiad , " " The Star of Bethlehem , " " Undine , " " Cleopatra and Her Barge " and Sheridan's Ride . " Some of his best portraits are those of George M. Dallas , the ex - queen of Naples ...
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... spirit of his forest land , Who , scorning not the old , shall sing the new . Here will I rest until the day declines , A voiceless pilgrim toward the land of song ; And , like a sentinel , catch the herald signs Of him whose coming ...
... spirit of his forest land , Who , scorning not the old , shall sing the new . Here will I rest until the day declines , A voiceless pilgrim toward the land of song ; And , like a sentinel , catch the herald signs Of him whose coming ...
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... spirit floats free on the blessed air of heaven and its vo- taries find a shrine . It matters not to us , then , where or when a poet was born . North , South , East or West , the children of song are kindred all . Had Mary Harris found ...
... spirit floats free on the blessed air of heaven and its vo- taries find a shrine . It matters not to us , then , where or when a poet was born . North , South , East or West , the children of song are kindred all . Had Mary Harris found ...
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... spirit of song from the regions of light ; And when summer lay on her rose - curtained bed ; The brook and the spirit were solemnly wed . Now , the graceful lilies grew stately and wise , And the beautiful violets drooped their blue ...
... spirit of song from the regions of light ; And when summer lay on her rose - curtained bed ; The brook and the spirit were solemnly wed . Now , the graceful lilies grew stately and wise , And the beautiful violets drooped their blue ...
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angels beauty bells beneath birds bless bloom blossoms blue born Boston brave breast breath bright brow child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Edgar Poe ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ELLA WHEELER WILCOX EMMA LAZARUS eyes face fair feet flowers FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS glad gleam glory glow golden grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope Ibid James Barron JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss land life's light lips live London look Lord love's Magazine of Poetry Miscellaneous Poems morning mother neath never Nevermore night o'er pain peace poet portrait published rest rose SAM WALTER FOSS SARAH HELEN WHITMAN shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thought to-day verse voice weary WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT wind wings words York young
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Страница 133 - Hear the tolling of the bells, Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Страница 133 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Страница 225 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde. On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town, Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind ; the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
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Страница 225 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Страница 133 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.