Everybody's Book of Short Poems: Selected from Out-of-the-way SourcesSaxon & Company, 1895 - 319 стор. |
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... still , her witchery to confess , And all the world is hushed as her soft warblings rise , Forgetting life is life , the singer's soul to bless . When Lisa sings ! unto my ravished ear Each luscious MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 11.
... still , her witchery to confess , And all the world is hushed as her soft warblings rise , Forgetting life is life , the singer's soul to bless . When Lisa sings ! unto my ravished ear Each luscious MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 11.
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... soft eyes questioning Had made me question , too . My soul lies open to your sight , When all the world's away , Like that pale flower that at night , As ancient legends say , Unfolds beneath the moon's clear light , And dies at dawn of ...
... soft eyes questioning Had made me question , too . My soul lies open to your sight , When all the world's away , Like that pale flower that at night , As ancient legends say , Unfolds beneath the moon's clear light , And dies at dawn of ...
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... soft , white ermine snow , While winter winds shall blow , To breathe and smile upon you soon again . The sun has hid its rays These many days : Will weary hours never leave the earth ? Oh , doubting heart ! The stormy clouds on high ...
... soft , white ermine snow , While winter winds shall blow , To breathe and smile upon you soon again . The sun has hid its rays These many days : Will weary hours never leave the earth ? Oh , doubting heart ! The stormy clouds on high ...
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... shoulder is pillowed in rest . " You smooth the soft tresses away from her forehead , Her breath , sweet as summer , floats over your cheek ; You tighten your clasp as you murmur , ' My 84 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
... shoulder is pillowed in rest . " You smooth the soft tresses away from her forehead , Her breath , sweet as summer , floats over your cheek ; You tighten your clasp as you murmur , ' My 84 EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF SHORT POEMS .
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... soft on dimpled cheek and roguish lip ' gan play , I dared to kiss that tempting cheek , I dared those honeyed lips to seek ; E'en now I scarce believe it true - thou didst not say me nay . I asked , might I return , Love ? -thou didst ...
... soft on dimpled cheek and roguish lip ' gan play , I dared to kiss that tempting cheek , I dared those honeyed lips to seek ; E'en now I scarce believe it true - thou didst not say me nay . I asked , might I return , Love ? -thou didst ...
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angels baby beauty birds bless blue breast breath bright clouds cold dark darling dead dear death deep DON LEMON doth dream earth Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ella Wheeler Wilcox Eugene Field eyes face fair fate fear feet flowers glad gold golden gray hand Harriet Prescott Spofford hear heart heaven Helen Hunt Jackson hope James Whitcomb Riley Jennie Maxwell Joaquin Miller John Boyle O'Reilly kiss land laugh life's light lips live look love's lover morn mother never night o'er once pain peace rain rest river rose shadow shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars Sunshine Susan Coolidge sweet sweetest T. B. Aldrich tears tell tender thee There's thine things thou thought tide to-day to-night true voice wait watch waves weary weep wind wonder word
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Сторінка 150 - No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool ; The rod must heal the sin : but Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool...
Сторінка 133 - In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in .His bosom that transfigures you and me ; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Сторінка 168 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. " Not such as Europe breeds in her decay ; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. " Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Сторінка 220 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Сторінка 132 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Сторінка 168 - In happy climes, where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : In happy climes, the seat of innocence...
Сторінка 255 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Сторінка 132 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Сторінка 98 - And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
Сторінка 100 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush...