Local and National Poets of America: With Biographical Sketches and Choice Selections from Over One Thousand Living American Poets |
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Then fair as love and sweet as bliss , Press on and win the world ' s applause ,
Nor in thy charming splendor pause Till deathless fame thy brow shall kiss , And
heaven shall bring eternal bliss . THY FACE IS FAIR AND LOVELY . Thy face is ...
Then fair as love and sweet as bliss , Press on and win the world ' s applause ,
Nor in thy charming splendor pause Till deathless fame thy brow shall kiss , And
heaven shall bring eternal bliss . THY FACE IS FAIR AND LOVELY . Thy face is ...
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A heartache first , as hot and keen As that a drouth must bring to earth , While this
and that " of treasures stored . I lift , and muse on vanished worth , And wish for
luxury of tears To come , and cool and ease the pain . ' Tis Baby ' s little satin ...
A heartache first , as hot and keen As that a drouth must bring to earth , While this
and that " of treasures stored . I lift , and muse on vanished worth , And wish for
luxury of tears To come , and cool and ease the pain . ' Tis Baby ' s little satin ...
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TO THE FIRST FLOWER OF SPRING . One simple flower - what joy it brings ,
How welcome to the sight . We wildly press the voiceless thing That brings such
true delight . One simple flower what fragrance yields , It whisper ' s hope and
peace ...
TO THE FIRST FLOWER OF SPRING . One simple flower - what joy it brings ,
How welcome to the sight . We wildly press the voiceless thing That brings such
true delight . One simple flower what fragrance yields , It whisper ' s hope and
peace ...
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Bring back those years of pleasure So free from toil and care ; Those years that
gave full measure To every joy full share ; Bring back the golden beaming Of
childhood ' s hopes and fears , Bring back the silver gleaming Of early gleeful
years .
Bring back those years of pleasure So free from toil and care ; Those years that
gave full measure To every joy full share ; Bring back the golden beaming Of
childhood ' s hopes and fears , Bring back the silver gleaming Of early gleeful
years .
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... And striving to keep his commandments , Seek to walk in the heavenly way . " *
* And it almost seemed that an angel Whispered close to my heart , soft and clear
, • Fear not , for I bring you good tidings , my child , Greatest joy to bless and to ...
... And striving to keep his commandments , Seek to walk in the heavenly way . " *
* And it almost seemed that an angel Whispered close to my heart , soft and clear
, • Fear not , for I bring you good tidings , my child , Greatest joy to bless and to ...
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Стр. 194 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Стр. 66 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Стр. 43 - Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican, Let the million-dollared ride! Barefoot, trudging at his side, Thou hast more than he can buy In the reach of ear and eye, — Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Стр. 130 - It was August the third; And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise.
Стр. 43 - Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with, me from fall to fall ; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides ! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too ; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy...
Стр. 801 - I stay my haste, I make delays; For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray,. Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years ; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears.
Стр. 66 - That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree • In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Стр. 98 - And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Стр. 98 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Стр. 65 - THE LAST LEAF I SAw him once before, As he passed by the door; And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head. That it seems as if he said,
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| Название | Local and National Poets of America: With Biographical Sketches and Choice Selections from Over One Thousand Living American Poets |
| Редактор | Thomas William Herringshaw |
| Издатель | American publishers' association, 1890 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Мичиганский университет |
| Оцифровано | 3 мар 2008 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 1036 |
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