The Scrap-book: It Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and PoetryW. L. Allison, 1899 - Всего страниц: 360 |
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... cold and indif- ferent is the smile for which we pay , And the love we kneel to and worship is only common clay ? Why is it the things we can have are the things we always refuse ? Why is it none of us live the lives , if we could , we ...
... cold and indif- ferent is the smile for which we pay , And the love we kneel to and worship is only common clay ? Why is it the things we can have are the things we always refuse ? Why is it none of us live the lives , if we could , we ...
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... cold for passion's tear ? Oh ! one would come and from these arms unclasp the bauble bands , Another wrench the jewels off my fairer , whiter hands ; This splendid robe another's form would grace , oh ! long before The moonlight came ...
... cold for passion's tear ? Oh ! one would come and from these arms unclasp the bauble bands , Another wrench the jewels off my fairer , whiter hands ; This splendid robe another's form would grace , oh ! long before The moonlight came ...
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... cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall , But at every gust the dead leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ...
... cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall , But at every gust the dead leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ...
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... cold , silent moon- beams That flitter through the shifting leaves , And back and forth between its rails The spider its silvery webbing weaves . Zigzag it winds over the hill and runs Like a line of sentinels the fields be- tween , A ...
... cold , silent moon- beams That flitter through the shifting leaves , And back and forth between its rails The spider its silvery webbing weaves . Zigzag it winds over the hill and runs Like a line of sentinels the fields be- tween , A ...
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... cold grow Within your clasp , nor press it as of old . And I can feel a shadowy something there Where only fondest trust was wont to be ; A something , yes , intangible as air , Yet deeper than the globe - encircling sea . I might have ...
... cold grow Within your clasp , nor press it as of old . And I can feel a shadowy something there Where only fondest trust was wont to be ; A something , yes , intangible as air , Yet deeper than the globe - encircling sea . I might have ...
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Стр. 318 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Стр. 39 - The tumult and the shouting dies ; The captains and the kings depart : Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Стр. 39 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Стр. 178 - I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Стр. 319 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Стр. 291 - 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. 215 - 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, now conceals, now discloses?
Стр. 215 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Стр. 172 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Стр. 183 - Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love...