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 55
... the last droppings of the shower . And in the children's rooms aloft What blossom shapes do AMONG THE LITTLE FOLK . 55 Captive Humming-Bird, Card Houses Chalcedony Character and a Question, Cheerful Heart, Children's Bedtime,
... the last droppings of the shower . And in the children's rooms aloft What blossom shapes do AMONG THE LITTLE FOLK . 55 Captive Humming-Bird, Card Houses Chalcedony Character and a Question, Cheerful Heart, Children's Bedtime,
Pagina 56
... bird's throat ; a tiny smock That , sure , upon some meadow grew , And drank the heaven - sweet rains ; a shoe Scarce bigger than an acorn - cup ; Frocks that seem flowery meads cut up . Then lily - drest in angel - white - To mother's ...
... bird's throat ; a tiny smock That , sure , upon some meadow grew , And drank the heaven - sweet rains ; a shoe Scarce bigger than an acorn - cup ; Frocks that seem flowery meads cut up . Then lily - drest in angel - white - To mother's ...
Pagina 58
... birds and butterflies bright , Skipping about till the coming of night . Grandpapa toyed with the curls on her head ; " What has my darling been doing ? " he said , " Since she rose , with the sun , from her bed ? " " Pitty much ...
... birds and butterflies bright , Skipping about till the coming of night . Grandpapa toyed with the curls on her head ; " What has my darling been doing ? " he said , " Since she rose , with the sun , from her bed ? " " Pitty much ...
Pagina 64
... bird's ; And I'm sure the glad young heart had cause To utter the sweet of the lovely words . Perhaps the woman had worked all day Washing or scrubbing ; perhaps she sewed ; I knew , by her weary footfall's way , That life for her was ...
... bird's ; And I'm sure the glad young heart had cause To utter the sweet of the lovely words . Perhaps the woman had worked all day Washing or scrubbing ; perhaps she sewed ; I knew , by her weary footfall's way , That life for her was ...
Pagina 70
... bird that kept and kept a singing , While the rain was coming down and thunder - bells was ringing . ' Oh , you goosie - bird , ' I said , ' rains like sixty - seven , And your song ' ll get so wet it can't fly up to heaven ; Did you ...
... bird that kept and kept a singing , While the rain was coming down and thunder - bells was ringing . ' Oh , you goosie - bird , ' I said , ' rains like sixty - seven , And your song ' ll get so wet it can't fly up to heaven ; Did you ...
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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...