The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspapers and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885A.C. McClurg and Company, 1885 - 459 pagina's |
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Pagina 7
... thee and thine " ? It may be asked upon what principle I have drawn the line of exclusion from this volume . My answer is that it has been drawn almost arbitrarily along the line of the collected works of the Lesser Poets , as Bret ...
... thee and thine " ? It may be asked upon what principle I have drawn the line of exclusion from this volume . My answer is that it has been drawn almost arbitrarily along the line of the collected works of the Lesser Poets , as Bret ...
Pagina 86
... with token , So wilt thou woo us to follow thee on , Till thy last sigh , through a lute that is broken , Till thy last vision is faded and gone . Nay ! we are thankless indeed if we borrow Only 86 THE HUMbler poets . Eugene Field PAGE 177.
... with token , So wilt thou woo us to follow thee on , Till thy last sigh , through a lute that is broken , Till thy last vision is faded and gone . Nay ! we are thankless indeed if we borrow Only 86 THE HUMbler poets . Eugene Field PAGE 177.
Pagina 91
... thee sing The joyful reveille of spring : Robin ' s come . Ring it out o'er hill and plain , Through the garden's lonely bowers , Till the green leaves dance again , Till the air is sweet with flowers ! Wake the cowslips by the rill ...
... thee sing The joyful reveille of spring : Robin ' s come . Ring it out o'er hill and plain , Through the garden's lonely bowers , Till the green leaves dance again , Till the air is sweet with flowers ! Wake the cowslips by the rill ...
Pagina 93
... thee for thine own ; Sing thou for task accomplished . Sing , heart , sing ! ) F. C. A. THE CHIMNEY NEST . A DAINTY , delicate swallow - feather Is all that we now in . the chimney trace Of something that days and days together With ...
... thee for thine own ; Sing thou for task accomplished . Sing , heart , sing ! ) F. C. A. THE CHIMNEY NEST . A DAINTY , delicate swallow - feather Is all that we now in . the chimney trace Of something that days and days together With ...
Pagina 94
... thee to kiss , with honeyed bill , Their nectar lips of gold . The lily opes its snowy cells , The pink , its crimson door . Sip ! " whispers every fond bluebell , 66 My honey to the core . " While blushing flowers for thee all fling ...
... thee to kiss , with honeyed bill , Their nectar lips of gold . The lily opes its snowy cells , The pink , its crimson door . Sip ! " whispers every fond bluebell , 66 My honey to the core . " While blushing flowers for thee all fling ...
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The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885 Volledige weergave - 1887 |
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Aimer angel baby Beautiful snow bird bless bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brow child Christmas clasp cold comes dark dead dear death dream earth Eliab EUGENE FIELD eyes F. W. BOURDILLON face faded fair fall feet fleur-de-lis flowers glad gleam glory glow gold golden golden band gray grow hair hand hath head hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss life's light lips look love's MARY FRANCES BUTTS morning mother neath never nevermore night o'er pain passed prayer R. D. BLACKMORE rain rest RILEY SMITH rose round Scribner's Magazine shadows shadows fall shine sigh silent sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul stars summer sunshine sweet tears tell tender thee There's things thou thought tide to-day to-night voice wait weary whisper wind words
Populaire passages
Pagina 255 - gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall come to me. 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.
Pagina 76 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Pagina 122 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Pagina 277 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too ; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
Pagina 235 - But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart! God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold. We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
Pagina 328 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Pagina 414 - Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done ; In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the blossoms, the Blue ; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Pagina 198 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Pagina 310 - Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves, — So, without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept. Silently down from the mountain's crown The great procession swept.
Pagina 301 - These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end ; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. " The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung ? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung...