Local and National Poets of America: With Biographical Sketches and Choice Selections from Over One Thousand Living American Poets |
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Стр. 34
Thy face is fair and lovely , Thine eyes are softly blue , And who could help but
love thee , Who knows thy heart so true . Who knows the wealth and depth of love
That in thy bosom glows , The purity like heaven above , That from thy spirit flows
...
Thy face is fair and lovely , Thine eyes are softly blue , And who could help but
love thee , Who knows thy heart so true . Who knows the wealth and depth of love
That in thy bosom glows , The purity like heaven above , That from thy spirit flows
...
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The childhood spirit still shall find The childhood mind . If but life ' s burdens we
unbind , Ourselves escape from brooding cares , If we but offer childhood ' s
prayers , The old time sights and sounds Will burst their upland bounds , And
flood ...
The childhood spirit still shall find The childhood mind . If but life ' s burdens we
unbind , Ourselves escape from brooding cares , If we but offer childhood ' s
prayers , The old time sights and sounds Will burst their upland bounds , And
flood ...
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Each soldier that lies On this gore - covered sod , Shall give nerve to my arm as I
wield it , And not till my spirit Goes up to its God , Shall living man say that I yield it
. I fight for the right And my quarrel is just , ' Tis my country , when war is upon ...
Each soldier that lies On this gore - covered sod , Shall give nerve to my arm as I
wield it , And not till my spirit Goes up to its God , Shall living man say that I yield it
. I fight for the right And my quarrel is just , ' Tis my country , when war is upon ...
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Though death was so stern , he left the trace Of a holy smile on her calm white
face ; Methinks ' twas a shade that the spirit had cast As away from that temple so
lovely it pass ' d . IT MATTERS NOT . It matters not if sun or rain Fall in my life ' s ...
Though death was so stern , he left the trace Of a holy smile on her calm white
face ; Methinks ' twas a shade that the spirit had cast As away from that temple so
lovely it pass ' d . IT MATTERS NOT . It matters not if sun or rain Fall in my life ' s ...
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Awe of the sea o ' er the spirit holds sway , Through ages so long the whisper
doth stray , . . Hither thou comest , and here thou shalt stay , The mandate - - -
doth guard thee even to - day , O beautiful city , set down by the sea . of ships it
hath ...
Awe of the sea o ' er the spirit holds sway , Through ages so long the whisper
doth stray , . . Hither thou comest , and here thou shalt stay , The mandate - - -
doth guard thee even to - day , O beautiful city , set down by the sea . of ships it
hath ...
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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 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |