The Complete Poetical Works of Bret HarteChatto and Windus, 1886 - 324 стор. |
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... face ; While on the left - where now the graves Undulate like the living waves That all that day unceasing swept Up to the pits the rebels kept- Round shot ploughed the upland glades , Sown with bullets , reaped with blades ; Shattered ...
... face ; While on the left - where now the graves Undulate like the living waves That all that day unceasing swept Up to the pits the rebels kept- Round shot ploughed the upland glades , Sown with bullets , reaped with blades ; Shattered ...
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... blood of the realm . " The young , the brave , the good and wise , Have fallen in thy curst embrace : The juices of the grapes of wrath Still stain thy guilty face . " My brother lies in yonder field , Face downward ( 26 ) THE GODDESS.
... blood of the realm . " The young , the brave , the good and wise , Have fallen in thy curst embrace : The juices of the grapes of wrath Still stain thy guilty face . " My brother lies in yonder field , Face downward ( 26 ) THE GODDESS.
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... Face downward on the quiet grass ; And by him , in the pale moonshine , A shadow seems to pass . No lance or warlike shield it bears : A helmet in its pitying hands Brings water from the nearest brook , To meet his last demands . Can ...
... Face downward on the quiet grass ; And by him , in the pale moonshine , A shadow seems to pass . No lance or warlike shield it bears : A helmet in its pitying hands Brings water from the nearest brook , To meet his last demands . Can ...
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... face was turned to the sleeping camp , Afar through the river's fog and damp , That showed no flicker , nor waning lamp , Nor wasted bivouac fires . And I saw a phantom army come , With never a sound of fife or drum , But keeping time ...
... face was turned to the sleeping camp , Afar through the river's fog and damp , That showed no flicker , nor waning lamp , Nor wasted bivouac fires . And I saw a phantom army come , With never a sound of fife or drum , But keeping time ...
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... , " say no more : " He fell in battle , -I see , alas ! Thou'dst smooth these tidings o'er , - Nay , speak the truth , whatever it be , Though it rend my bosom's core . " How fell he ? —with his face to the ( 39 ) THE AGED STRANGER.
... , " say no more : " He fell in battle , -I see , alas ! Thou'dst smooth these tidings o'er , - Nay , speak the truth , whatever it be , Though it rend my bosom's core . " How fell he ? —with his face to the ( 39 ) THE AGED STRANGER.
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Сторінка 274 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
Сторінка 273 - And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn As the star-dials hinted of morn At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Сторінка 22 - HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armed men the hum ; Lo ! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum, — Saying, " Come, Freemen, come ! Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum.
Сторінка 161 - Of the few baby peaks that were peeping From under their bedclothes of snow; Of that ride — that to me was the rarest; Of — the something you said at the gate. Ah, Joe, then I wasn't an heiress To "the best-paying lead in the State!
Сторінка 274 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Сторінка 161 - Well, yes, — if you saw us out driving Each day in the park, four-in-hand ; If you saw poor dear mamma contriving To look supernaturally grand, — If you saw papa's picture, as taken By Brady, and tinted at that, You 'd never suspect he sold bacon And flour at Poverty Flat.
Сторінка 203 - From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire: And he who wrought that spell? — Ah! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell! Lost is that camp, but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hopvines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.
Сторінка 14 - ... thoughts as these Were strange to a practical man like Burns, Who minded only his own concerns, Troubled no more by fancies fine Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed...
Сторінка 17 - DOWN the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry : Phrases such as camps may teach, Sabre-cuts of Saxon speech, Such as " Bully ! " " Them's the peach !
Сторінка 90 - There has one already gone, whoe'er he be ! " Then they held their breath 'with awe, Pulling on the rope, and saw Fainting figures reappear, On the black rope swinging clear, Fastened by some...