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ALEXANDER McLACHLAN ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE baby Baby Bell beauty beneath birds blessed bloom blossoms blue born Boston breast breath breeze bright CHARLES WARREN STODDARD clouds dark dead dear death dream earth eyes face fair fate flowers G. P. Putnam's Sons gilt glad gleam glory glow gold golden grave gray hand Harper's Magazine hath heart heaven i2mo i6mo Ibid JOAQUIN MILLER JOHN FULLERTON kiss life's light lips literary live look love's Miscellaneous poems morning mother neath never night o'er PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON poet poetic portrait published rest ROBERT LOVEMAN rose shadows shining sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought trees verse voice waves weary wild WILLIAM GOSSE wind wings wonder York young
Стр. 224 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Стр. 108 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Стр. 221 - I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Стр. 342 - Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. "Tis nothing : a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost, only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death-rattle.
Стр. 223 - I never more shall see my own, my native land; Take a message and a token to some distant friends of mine, For I was born at Bingen — at Bingen on the Rhine. "Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun. "And 'mid the dead and dying...
Стр. 110 - THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. Bv the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day, Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray.
Стр. 235 - Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Стр. 454 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.