The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885Jansen, McClurg, 1886 - 459 pagina's |
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Pagina 47
... stands by my knee , Her soft eyes filled with a troubled joy ; And her wondering heart is perplexed to see Her babyhood lost in our baby boy . For Maud was a babe but a week ago , - A gentle , lovable , clinging thing ; ― Now we are ...
... stands by my knee , Her soft eyes filled with a troubled joy ; And her wondering heart is perplexed to see Her babyhood lost in our baby boy . For Maud was a babe but a week ago , - A gentle , lovable , clinging thing ; ― Now we are ...
Pagina 48
... 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 , For that worthless toy , I should ...
... 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 , For that worthless toy , I should ...
Pagina 61
... Stands my own little one . His face is as pure and handsome As the baby's over the way , And he keeps my heart from breaking At my toiling every day . Sometimes when the day is ended , And I sit in the dusk to rest , With the face of my ...
... Stands my own little one . His face is as pure and handsome As the baby's over the way , And he keeps my heart from breaking At my toiling every day . Sometimes when the day is ended , And I sit in the dusk to rest , With the face of my ...
Pagina 64
... stand and criticise ; His hands in his pockets , stage by stage He watched the tottering castle rise . " And now , after all your fuss , " says he , S'posin ' it tumbles down again ? " " Oh , " Will answers as cool as could be , " Of ...
... stand and criticise ; His hands in his pockets , stage by stage He watched the tottering castle rise . " And now , after all your fuss , " says he , S'posin ' it tumbles down again ? " " Oh , " Will answers as cool as could be , " Of ...
Pagina 79
... and some sat still to muse , And some pulled scarlet yupon - berries and wax - white mistle- toe , To garland the stand - up rifles , - for Christmas has no foe . And every heart had a pleasant thought , or a FOR CHRISTMAS TIDE . 79.
... and some sat still to muse , And some pulled scarlet yupon - berries and wax - white mistle- toe , To garland the stand - up rifles , - for Christmas has no foe . And every heart had a pleasant thought , or a FOR CHRISTMAS TIDE . 79.
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Aimer angel baby Beautiful snow bird bless bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brow CHARLES MACKAY 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 glad gleam gloaming glory glow gold golden golden band gray hair hand happy hath head 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 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 thine things thou thought tide to-day to-night voice wait weary whisper wind words
Populaire passages
Pagina 132 - 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. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Pagina 416 - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses the Blue, Under the lilies the Gray.
Pagina 191 - 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 330 - 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 237 - 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 416 - 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 407 - 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 200 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Pagina 78 - 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 303 - Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung! The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung! "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders — oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!