The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse 1870 to 1885A. C. McClurg, 1899 - 459 pagina's |
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Pagina 16
... Smith Mrs. May Riley Smith • . • Hezekiah Butterworth • F. A. Le H. Charles Mackay • Helen B. Bostwick Caroline Spencer Frances Ekin Allison George W. Cable D. M. Jordan Charles Follen Adams Randolph Eliza C. Hall . Mrs. H. A. Deming ...
... Smith Mrs. May Riley Smith • . • Hezekiah Butterworth • F. A. Le H. Charles Mackay • Helen B. Bostwick Caroline Spencer Frances Ekin Allison George W. Cable D. M. Jordan Charles Follen Adams Randolph Eliza C. Hall . Mrs. H. A. Deming ...
Pagina 19
... Riley Smith Louisa F. Story Frederick Langbridge Harriet M. Davidson Rev. Wm . C. Richards B. M. Story of the Gate Such a Duck • Summer Picture , A Telegraph Clerk , The Tête - à - Tête . That Amateur Flute That Boy Thine Eyes This Year ...
... Riley Smith Louisa F. Story Frederick Langbridge Harriet M. Davidson Rev. Wm . C. Richards B. M. Story of the Gate Such a Duck • Summer Picture , A Telegraph Clerk , The Tête - à - Tête . That Amateur Flute That Boy Thine Eyes This Year ...
Pagina 208
... RILEY SMITH , GROWING OLD . Is it parting with the roundness Of the smoothly moulded cheek ? Is it losing from the dimples Half the flashing joy they speak ? Is it fading of the lustre From the wavy , golden hair ? Is it finding on the ...
... RILEY SMITH , GROWING OLD . Is it parting with the roundness Of the smoothly moulded cheek ? Is it losing from the dimples Half the flashing joy they speak ? Is it fading of the lustre From the wavy , golden hair ? Is it finding on the ...
Pagina 226
... RILEY SMITH . LITTLE STITCHES . OH , thoughts that go in with the stitches That women quietly take , While castles are built with the needle , And bubbles are rounded to break . You see in your kerchief - hem , Freshman , A dotted line ...
... RILEY SMITH . LITTLE STITCHES . OH , thoughts that go in with the stitches That women quietly take , While castles are built with the needle , And bubbles are rounded to break . You see in your kerchief - hem , Freshman , A dotted line ...
Pagina 235
... RILEY SMITH , WHAT LIFE HATH . LIFE hath its barren years , When blossoms fall untimely down , When ripened fruitage fails to crown The summer toil , when Nature's frown Looks only on our tears . Life hath its faithless days — The ...
... RILEY SMITH , WHAT LIFE HATH . LIFE hath its barren years , When blossoms fall untimely down , When ripened fruitage fails to crown The summer toil , when Nature's frown Looks only on our tears . Life hath its faithless days — The ...
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The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885 Slason Thompson Volledige weergave - 1888 |
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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...