The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... To Her Absent Sailor , " Angel of Patience , " Maud Muller . " +6 6 . 66 Mr. JOHN LANE , New York.-R. Le Gallienne : " Song , " " What of the Darkness ? " vii VOL . III . SORROW etc. Messrs . LITTLE , BROWN & Co. , Boston .
... To Her Absent Sailor , " Angel of Patience , " Maud Muller . " +6 6 . 66 Mr. JOHN LANE , New York.-R. Le Gallienne : " Song , " " What of the Darkness ? " vii VOL . III . SORROW etc. Messrs . LITTLE , BROWN & Co. , Boston .
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... song sung in our own hearts , the same , for it is God who has sung to him and who sings to us . And when the be- reaved has found God , he has found light in his darkness , peace in his tempest , a ray in his night . " As a child ...
... song sung in our own hearts , the same , for it is God who has sung to him and who sings to us . And when the be- reaved has found God , he has found light in his darkness , peace in his tempest , a ray in his night . " As a child ...
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... song , With music waiting on her steps , and shoutings of the throng ; But some were sad , and felt no mirth , but only Music's wrong , In sounds that sang Farewell , Farewell to her you've loved so long . Farewell , farewell , fair ...
... song , With music waiting on her steps , and shoutings of the throng ; But some were sad , and felt no mirth , but only Music's wrong , In sounds that sang Farewell , Farewell to her you've loved so long . Farewell , farewell , fair ...
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... song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears ; And an eye shall vex thee , looking ancient kind- ness on thy pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow ; get thee to thy rest again . Nay , but nature brings thee solace ; for ...
... song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears ; And an eye shall vex thee , looking ancient kind- ness on thy pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow ; get thee to thy rest again . Nay , but nature brings thee solace ; for ...
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... song died , and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast , — A wish , that she hardly dared to own , For something better than she had known . The Judge rode slowly down the lane , Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane . He ...
... song died , and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast , — A wish , that she hardly dared to own , For something better than she had known . The Judge rode slowly down the lane , Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane . He ...
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Стр. 366 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Стр. 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Стр. 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Стр. 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Стр. 31 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Стр. 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Стр. 143 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 32 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...