The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse 1870 to 1885A. C. McClurg, 1899 - 459 pagina's |
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Pagina 48
... nevermore , And Maud's little feet are standing on The perilous heights of childhood's shore . A BABY'S RATTLE . I. ONLY a baby's rattle , And yet if you offered me gold More than my heart could dream of , Or jewels my hand could hold ...
... nevermore , And Maud's little feet are standing on The perilous heights of childhood's shore . A BABY'S RATTLE . I. ONLY a baby's rattle , And yet if you offered me gold More than my heart could dream of , Or jewels my hand could hold ...
Pagina 80
... nevermore might be ; They felt the thrill of a mother's kiss , they heard the happy psalm , And the men grew still , and all the camp was full of a gracious calm . " Halt ! " cried the sentinel ; and lo ! from out of the brush- wood ...
... nevermore might be ; They felt the thrill of a mother's kiss , they heard the happy psalm , And the men grew still , and all the camp was full of a gracious calm . " Halt ! " cried the sentinel ; and lo ! from out of the brush- wood ...
Pagina 116
... never more on earth I may rejoice in all your beauty rare , I cannot say farewell , for we shall meet Where you will bloom more infinitely fair . Church's Musical Visitor . D. M. JORDAN LATE OCTOBER . How peacefully the sunlight fell ...
... never more on earth I may rejoice in all your beauty rare , I cannot say farewell , for we shall meet Where you will bloom more infinitely fair . Church's Musical Visitor . D. M. JORDAN LATE OCTOBER . How peacefully the sunlight fell ...
Pagina 151
... nevermore Shall know an aching heart , The bridal of that better love Death has no power to part . That troth will be , For thee and me , Eternity . " So up the hill and down the hill , Through LOVE , SENTIMENT , AND friendshIP . 151.
... nevermore Shall know an aching heart , The bridal of that better love Death has no power to part . That troth will be , For thee and me , Eternity . " So up the hill and down the hill , Through LOVE , SENTIMENT , AND friendshIP . 151.
Pagina 171
... Of the days of " long ago . " Ah , the haunted , haunted chambers Of the weary human heart ; They are filled with mournful visions That can nevermore depart Till that heart has ceased its throbbing In the sorrow ECHOES OF THE PAST . 171.
... Of the days of " long ago . " Ah , the haunted , haunted chambers Of the weary human heart ; They are filled with mournful visions That can nevermore depart Till that heart has ceased its throbbing In the sorrow ECHOES OF THE PAST . 171.
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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...