The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 11889 |
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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 ! " 44 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 ! " 44 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 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...
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 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 400 - And inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me...
Stran 116 - True worth is in being, not seeming; In doing each day that goes by. Some little good — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness. And spite of the fancies of youth. There's nothing so kingly as kindness. And nothing so royal as truth.
Stran 371 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Stran 58 - (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth). " The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe, The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne Go sailing uppe the market-place.
Stran 372 - You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not...