The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... never a thought of death , And only the bliss of living . THE SOWER . I. A SOWER went forth to sow , His eyes were dark with woe ; He crushed the flowers beneath his feet , Nor smelt the perfume , warm and sweet , That prayed for pity ...
... never a thought of death , And only the bliss of living . THE SOWER . I. A SOWER went forth to sow , His eyes were dark with woe ; He crushed the flowers beneath his feet , Nor smelt the perfume , warm and sweet , That prayed for pity ...
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... never sought . - " He Knows Not the Path of Duty . " CHRISTIANITY . Wherever are tears and sighs , Wherever are children's eyes , Where man calls man his brother , And loves as himself another , Christ lives ! - Easter . AUTUMN . For ...
... never sought . - " He Knows Not the Path of Duty . " CHRISTIANITY . Wherever are tears and sighs , Wherever are children's eyes , Where man calls man his brother , And loves as himself another , Christ lives ! - Easter . AUTUMN . For ...
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... never be healed , There are gashes that bleed , and may not be sealed , But wounded and gashed . he won the field . And others may dream in their easy - chairs , And point their white hands to the scars he bears , But the palm and the ...
... never be healed , There are gashes that bleed , and may not be sealed , But wounded and gashed . he won the field . And others may dream in their easy - chairs , And point their white hands to the scars he bears , But the palm and the ...
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... never quite a flower . LOSS . - Ibid . It was a deadly blow ! A blow like that Which swooping unawares from out the night Dashes a man from some high starlit peak Into a void of cold and hurrying waves . ' Twas not the loss alone . In ...
... never quite a flower . LOSS . - Ibid . It was a deadly blow ! A blow like that Which swooping unawares from out the night Dashes a man from some high starlit peak Into a void of cold and hurrying waves . ' Twas not the loss alone . In ...
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... never have heard of Carmen Sylva . I have said that Elizabeth wrote poetry in childhood . She kept on writing after she had passed from girlhood into womanhood . But she kept the secret of her composition to herself . After the death of ...
... never have heard of Carmen Sylva . I have said that Elizabeth wrote poetry in childhood . She kept on writing after she had passed from girlhood into womanhood . But she kept the secret of her composition to herself . After the death of ...
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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.