Local and National Poets of America: With Biographical Sketches and Choice Selections from Over One Thousand Living American PoetsThomas William Herringshaw American publishers' association, 1890 - Всего страниц: 1036 |
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... fears , And blissful rest that realm endears . Beyond the river's silent tide , Where those who wait for us abide ... fear , half conquering , half foiled . Till , vanquished by fatigue , her painter slept : -- Yet all his visions her ...
... fears , And blissful rest that realm endears . Beyond the river's silent tide , Where those who wait for us abide ... fear , half conquering , half foiled . Till , vanquished by fatigue , her painter slept : -- Yet all his visions her ...
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... fear . This temple grand , The Artist's hand , Perfection shows , at his command ; Oh ! who would miss A day like this ? Sweet prelude of Elysian bliss . Drink in , my soul , The sweets that roll , From heaven's free , o'erflowing bowl ...
... fear . This temple grand , The Artist's hand , Perfection shows , at his command ; Oh ! who would miss A day like this ? Sweet prelude of Elysian bliss . Drink in , my soul , The sweets that roll , From heaven's free , o'erflowing bowl ...
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... fear Comes strangely back again . One simple flower , oh what so fair , So tender as thy leaf , In nature's rank is found no where , A life so pure , so brief . Fair simple flower - long may you cheer The toiling sons of earth ; Who ...
... fear Comes strangely back again . One simple flower , oh what so fair , So tender as thy leaf , In nature's rank is found no where , A life so pure , so brief . Fair simple flower - long may you cheer The toiling sons of earth ; Who ...
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... fear of dangers on the blue , Yet sailor lads are brave and true . But light of heart I'll strive to be , And send my thoughts across the sea , To him whose friend I hope to be . A SONNET . As the sweet warm days of summer , Heavy ...
... fear of dangers on the blue , Yet sailor lads are brave and true . But light of heart I'll strive to be , And send my thoughts across the sea , To him whose friend I hope to be . A SONNET . As the sweet warm days of summer , Heavy ...
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... Fear not , for I bring you good tidings , my child , Greatest joy to bless and to cheer . " And , Charlie , I think that to - morrow Will be bright with a clearer light , And I hope I shall do more to make you glad , For the thoughts ...
... Fear not , for I bring you good tidings , my child , Greatest joy to bless and to cheer . " And , Charlie , I think that to - morrow Will be bright with a clearer light , And I hope I shall do more to make you glad , For the thoughts ...
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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,