The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse 1870 to 1885A. C. McClurg, 1899 - 459 pagina's |
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Pagina 14
... Eugene Field Mrs. C. F. Alexander Mrs. Frances Osgood • Joel T. Hart Christmas Camp on the San Gabr'el Christmas Outcasts Christmas Shadows • PAGE 177 194 67 • 447 277 • 109 • 310 241 • 291 367 94 65 Emma Pomeroy Greenough 123 F. M. ...
... Eugene Field Mrs. C. F. Alexander Mrs. Frances Osgood • Joel T. Hart Christmas Camp on the San Gabr'el Christmas Outcasts Christmas Shadows • PAGE 177 194 67 • 447 277 • 109 • 310 241 • 291 367 94 65 Emma Pomeroy Greenough 123 F. M. ...
Pagina 15
... Eugene Field . James Roann Reed . 264 360 401 211 54 338 • 290 E. W. ΙΟΙ E. R. Sill • · 300 Alfred P. Graves Charles Follen Adams . Theodore Tilton F. E. Weatherly . Daniel O'Connell • • 180 346 217 62 • 134 129 160 • 161 • 153 400 322 ...
... Eugene Field . James Roann Reed . 264 360 401 211 54 338 • 290 E. W. ΙΟΙ E. R. Sill • · 300 Alfred P. Graves Charles Follen Adams . Theodore Tilton F. E. Weatherly . Daniel O'Connell • • 180 346 217 62 • 134 129 160 • 161 • 153 400 322 ...
Pagina 16
... Eugene Field . Mrs. Helen Rich • Life's Triumph Light and Love • Like His Mother Used to Make Lily and the Linden , The James Whitcomb Riley • Dr. Fred Crosby . Lost Letter , A Lost Sheep , The Love and Labor • · • Clement Scott McLean ...
... Eugene Field . Mrs. Helen Rich • Life's Triumph Light and Love • Like His Mother Used to Make Lily and the Linden , The James Whitcomb Riley • Dr. Fred Crosby . Lost Letter , A Lost Sheep , The Love and Labor • · • Clement Scott McLean ...
Pagina 18
... Eugene Field . • 439 68 • • 97 296 439 259 • • • 359 Hester A. Benedict 269 Scandal - Mongers Seaside Incident , A Sea's Love , 18 INDEX OF TITLES .
... Eugene Field . • 439 68 • • 97 296 439 259 • • • 359 Hester A. Benedict 269 Scandal - Mongers Seaside Incident , A Sea's Love , 18 INDEX OF TITLES .
Pagina 20
... Eugene Field . 108 46 50 • Mary Frances Butis Sarah Doudney 97 • 395 140 Charles Follen Adams • 39 • 156 S. K. Phillips . Lillian Blanche Fearing 283 325 • · Sarah Doudney • Homer Greene M. E. • Robert J. Burdette • 272 301 235 126 ...
... Eugene Field . 108 46 50 • Mary Frances Butis Sarah Doudney 97 • 395 140 Charles Follen Adams • 39 • 156 S. K. Phillips . Lillian Blanche Fearing 283 325 • · Sarah Doudney • Homer Greene M. E. • Robert J. Burdette • 272 301 235 126 ...
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The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885 Slason Thompson Volledige weergave - 1888 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angel baby Beautiful snow bird bless blossoms blue breast breath bright brow child Christmas clasp clouds cold comes dark dead dear death dream earth Eliab EUGENE FIELD eyes F. W. BOURDILLON face faded fair fall feet fleur-de-lis flowers flute glad gleam glory glow golden grave gray grow hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss life's light lingering lips look love's morning mother neath never nevermore night o'er pain passed prayer R. D. BLACKMORE rain rest RILEY SMITH ROANN rose round Scribner's Magazine shadows shadows fall shine sigh silent sing smile soft song sorrow soul stars summer sunshine sweet tears tell tender thee THEODORE TILTON There's things thou thought tide to-day to-night voice wait WASHINGTON GLADDEN waves weary whisper wind words
Populaire passages
Pagina 299 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Pagina 166 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
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 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 189 - When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Pagina 310 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth — Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun.
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 405 - Then fastened the meadow bars again. Under the willows, and over the hill, He patiently followed their sober pace ; The merry whistle for once was still, And something shadowed the sunny face. Only a boy ! and his father had said He never could let his youngest go ; Two already were lying dead Under the feet of the trampling foe.
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...