The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... Head . Song - When I Was Young . Song - Softly , O Midnight Hours . Song - Seek Not the Tree of Silkiest Bark . Song - Sing the Old Song . Human Life . Sonnet - Blessed Is He . Eschylus . SANGSTER , MARGARET E. With portrait by Dana ...
... Head . Song - When I Was Young . Song - Softly , O Midnight Hours . Song - Seek Not the Tree of Silkiest Bark . Song - Sing the Old Song . Human Life . Sonnet - Blessed Is He . Eschylus . SANGSTER , MARGARET E. With portrait by Dana ...
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... head of certain significant and interesting movements of the artistic and literary people of New York . He helped to found the Society of American Artists and the Authors Club and was one of the originators of the Copyright League . His ...
... head of certain significant and interesting movements of the artistic and literary people of New York . He helped to found the Society of American Artists and the Authors Club and was one of the originators of the Copyright League . His ...
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... head ; Our clansman's woe is our common woe , - And death were his proudest marriage - bed ! " - IV . " Nay , stay thy chiding , mother mine ! I've flown this night to the field , rock - girt ; I weep , but not for Edwald slain , — A ...
... head ; Our clansman's woe is our common woe , - And death were his proudest marriage - bed ! " - IV . " Nay , stay thy chiding , mother mine ! I've flown this night to the field , rock - girt ; I weep , but not for Edwald slain , — A ...
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... head of the army ! -swift ! spring to your places , Pioneers ! O pioneers ! TEARS ! tears ! tears ! TEARS . In the night , in solitude , tears , On the white shore dripping , dripping , suck'd in by the sand , Tears , not a star shining ...
... head of the army ! -swift ! spring to your places , Pioneers ! O pioneers ! TEARS ! tears ! tears ! TEARS . In the night , in solitude , tears , On the white shore dripping , dripping , suck'd in by the sand , Tears , not a star shining ...
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... head she wags , and rolls her darkling eye , And courtesies to the regiments , the guidons mov- ing by . What is it fateful woman , so blear , hardly human ? Why wag your head with turban bound , yellow , red and green ? Are the things ...
... head she wags , and rolls her darkling eye , And courtesies to the regiments , the guidons mov- ing by . What is it fateful woman , so blear , hardly human ? Why wag your head with turban bound , yellow , red and green ? Are the things ...
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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.