The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... Hope On ! Hope Ever ! Wealth . Quotations . SWISHER , BELLA FRENCH . With portrait . Leaving Home . Recognition . Quotations . SINGLE POEMS IV . CURRENT POEMS IV . Quotations . Eva Munson Smith . 471 Ryal J. Phillips . 475 476 A Woman's ...
... Hope On ! Hope Ever ! Wealth . Quotations . SWISHER , BELLA FRENCH . With portrait . Leaving Home . Recognition . Quotations . SINGLE POEMS IV . CURRENT POEMS IV . Quotations . Eva Munson Smith . 471 Ryal J. Phillips . 475 476 A Woman's ...
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... hope . But for me the love - sweet breath , And the warm , white bosom heaving , And 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 ...
... hope . But for me the love - sweet breath , And the warm , white bosom heaving , And 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 ...
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... hope , mysterious and high , And with strange promise rife . Then it me seems Not failing is the year , but gathering fire Even as the cold increases . - An Autumn Meditation . GOLDEN ROD . Grows a weed More richly here beside our ...
... hope , mysterious and high , And with strange promise rife . Then it me seems Not failing is the year , but gathering fire Even as the cold increases . - An Autumn Meditation . GOLDEN ROD . Grows a weed More richly here beside our ...
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... HOPE . Hope too long put off Will starve the soul . -Ibid . -The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk . FORESIGHT . Foresight hath no worth unless its face Doth front the future bravely . FAITH . -Ibid . Love's faith that waits and watches ...
... HOPE . Hope too long put off Will starve the soul . -Ibid . -The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk . FORESIGHT . Foresight hath no worth unless its face Doth front the future bravely . FAITH . -Ibid . Love's faith that waits and watches ...
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... hope and heir , Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love . Yet a word ancient mother , You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees , O you need not sit there veil'd ...
... hope and heir , Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love . Yet a word ancient mother , You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees , O you need not sit there veil'd ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 85 - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.