The Poetry Cure: A Pocket Medicine Chest of VerseRobert Haven Schauffler Dodd, Mead, 1925 - 414 стор. |
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... dear a rate , since there is no enjoying the world without thee ? " BEN JONSON , VOLPONE . ACT II . " He ate and drank the precious words , His spirit grew robust ; He knew no more that he was poor , Nor that his frame was dust ...
... dear a rate , since there is no enjoying the world without thee ? " BEN JONSON , VOLPONE . ACT II . " He ate and drank the precious words , His spirit grew robust ; He knew no more that he was poor , Nor that his frame was dust ...
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... dear yon quiet star above the wood , Since panic and the sundering shock of War Have laid in ruins all we hungered for . 1 From A World of Windows by Charles Hanson Towne , copyright 1919 , George H. Doran Co. , publishers . Brave ...
... dear yon quiet star above the wood , Since panic and the sundering shock of War Have laid in ruins all we hungered for . 1 From A World of Windows by Charles Hanson Towne , copyright 1919 , George H. Doran Co. , publishers . Brave ...
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... dear , be walking ; If we stop down here much longer , really people will be talking . " There were noblemen in coronets , and military cousins , There were captains by the hundred , there were bar- onets by dozens . Yet she heeded not ...
... dear , be walking ; If we stop down here much longer , really people will be talking . " There were noblemen in coronets , and military cousins , There were captains by the hundred , there were bar- onets by dozens . Yet she heeded not ...
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... Dear Elvira , say — what can the mat- ter be with you ? Does anything you've eaten , darling Popsy , disagree with you ? " But spite of all I said , her sobs grew more and more distressing , And she tore her pretty back hair , which had ...
... Dear Elvira , say — what can the mat- ter be with you ? Does anything you've eaten , darling Popsy , disagree with you ? " But spite of all I said , her sobs grew more and more distressing , And she tore her pretty back hair , which had ...
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... dear one , that I may know- Is it up the highest Andes ? down a horrible volcano ? " But she said , " It isn't polar bears , or hot volcanic grottoes , Only find out who it is that writes those lovely cracker mottoes ! " PART II " Tell ...
... dear one , that I may know- Is it up the highest Andes ? down a horrible volcano ? " But she said , " It isn't polar bears , or hot volcanic grottoes , Only find out who it is that writes those lovely cracker mottoes ! " PART II " Tell ...
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Сторінка 41 - The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 171 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the Fairies' midwife, and she comes, In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Сторінка 49 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Сторінка 29 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Сторінка 301 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 355 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And Pomp, and Feast, and Revelry, With Mask, and antique Pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves, by haunted stream.
Сторінка 300 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 337 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Сторінка 126 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow. Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Сторінка 263 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" VIII. "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets