The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... hold in the great city upon which his eyes had been fixed from the first . A great deal of experience , with little money to show for it , finally led to the sale of Hours at Home to the Scribners just at the beginning of the new era in ...
... hold in the great city upon which his eyes had been fixed from the first . A great deal of experience , with little money to show for it , finally led to the sale of Hours at Home to the Scribners just at the beginning of the new era in ...
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... hold the sap to the sun , You may guess at the ways and the reasons Till your little day is done . But for me the golden crest That shakes in the wind and launches Its spear toward the reddening West ! For me the bough and the breeze ...
... hold the sap to the sun , You may guess at the ways and the reasons Till your little day is done . But for me the golden crest That shakes in the wind and launches Its spear toward the reddening West ! For me the bough and the breeze ...
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... hold me- In myself fold me-- -- WANTED , A THEME ! " GIVE me a theme , " the little poet cried , 44 And I will do my part . " " ' T is not a theme you need , " the world replied ; " You need a heart . " AFTER - SONG . THROUGH love to ...
... hold me- In myself fold me-- -- WANTED , A THEME ! " GIVE me a theme , " the little poet cried , 44 And I will do my part . " " ' T is not a theme you need , " the world replied ; " You need a heart . " AFTER - SONG . THROUGH love to ...
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... hold back , It's not for frost I fret and weep ; My fingers are willing , - but faith grows faint , — O prithee , mother , let me sleep ! " III . Weak words , thy words , Wynhilda mine ! These days , bear - fierce , must hearts be dead ...
... hold back , It's not for frost I fret and weep ; My fingers are willing , - but faith grows faint , — O prithee , mother , let me sleep ! " III . Weak words , thy words , Wynhilda mine ! These days , bear - fierce , must hearts be dead ...
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... hold her as your life , ' Gainst the guile of seeming friendship and the force of open strife . " 44 We will guard her , " cried they firmly ; and with just another glance On the yearning and despairing in his young wife's countenance ...
... hold her as your life , ' Gainst the guile of seeming friendship and the force of open strife . " 44 We will guard her , " cried they firmly ; and with just another glance On the yearning and despairing in his young wife's countenance ...
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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.