The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... Miss Green published her first work . It was not a poem but a novel , the germ of which had been in her mind since her eleventh year . " The Leavenworth Case " won instant and widespread attention , and the youthful authoress suddenly ...
... Miss Green published her first work . It was not a poem but a novel , the germ of which had been in her mind since her eleventh year . " The Leavenworth Case " won instant and widespread attention , and the youthful authoress suddenly ...
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... Miss Green is happy in her rhythmic changes , which always swing in unison with the motive of the moment . Miss Green's genius is ob- jective rather than subjective . She especially de- lights in legendary themes of a bold and striking ...
... Miss Green is happy in her rhythmic changes , which always swing in unison with the motive of the moment . Miss Green's genius is ob- jective rather than subjective . She especially de- lights in legendary themes of a bold and striking ...
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... missed them . COURTSHIP . -Ibid , p . 75 . Not the wind But the soft sunshine best constrains the bud To ope its delicate leaves . Of all the words Of gentle courtesy and deep regard With which I come full laden to your side , I will ...
... missed them . COURTSHIP . -Ibid , p . 75 . Not the wind But the soft sunshine best constrains the bud To ope its delicate leaves . Of all the words Of gentle courtesy and deep regard With which I come full laden to your side , I will ...
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... were to see The falling leaves , the clouding sky , To look around and miss the free Glad singing of the birds , and sigh In vain for hopes and days gone by . -Ibid . E CARMEN SYLVA . LIZABETH , Princess of Wied , ANNA KATHARINe green . 31.
... were to see The falling leaves , the clouding sky , To look around and miss the free Glad singing of the birds , and sigh In vain for hopes and days gone by . -Ibid . E CARMEN SYLVA . LIZABETH , Princess of Wied , ANNA KATHARINe green . 31.
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... miss it in the low dim light . The Good returns not as a second gift . ENVY . He stabs behind , and in the dark or dusk ; His swords are Ifs and Buts . To cloak his guile He'll sometimes faintly praise , and with a smile Disguise his ...
... miss it in the low dim light . The Good returns not as a second gift . ENVY . He stabs behind , and in the dark or dusk ; His swords are Ifs and Buts . To cloak his guile He'll sometimes faintly praise , and with a smile Disguise his ...
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Stran 103 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Stran 21 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Stran 17 - O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills...
Stran 85 - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Stran 103 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Stran 360 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Stran 22 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Stran 21 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Stran 58 - So farre, so fast the eygre drave. The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet: The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee.
Stran 58 - And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.