Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: Idyls and stories in verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... never more darken my doors again . " But William answer'd madly , bit his lips , And broke away . The more he look'd at her The less he liked her ; and his ways were harsh ; But Dora bore them meekly . Then before The month was out he ...
... never more darken my doors again . " But William answer'd madly , bit his lips , And broke away . The more he look'd at her The less he liked her ; and his ways were harsh ; But Dora bore them meekly . Then before The month was out he ...
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... never see me more . " So saying , he took the boy that cried aloud And struggled hard . The wreath of flowers fell At Dora's feet . She bow'd upon her hands , And the boy's cry came to her from the field More and more distant . She bow ...
... never see me more . " So saying , he took the boy that cried aloud And struggled hard . The wreath of flowers fell At Dora's feet . She bow'd upon her hands , And the boy's cry came to her from the field More and more distant . She bow ...
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... never see me more . " Then answer'd Mary , " This shall never be , That thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself ; And , now I think , he shall not have the boy , For he will teach him hardness , and to slight His mother . Therefore ...
... never see me more . " Then answer'd Mary , " This shall never be , That thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself ; And , now I think , he shall not have the boy , For he will teach him hardness , and to slight His mother . Therefore ...
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... never came a - begging for myself , Or William , or this child ; but now I come For Dora ; take her back , she loves you well . 140 O Sir , when William died , he died at peace With all men ; for I ask'd him , and he said He could not ...
... never came a - begging for myself , Or William , or this child ; but now I come For Dora ; take her back , she loves you well . 140 O Sir , when William died , he died at peace With all men ; for I ask'd him , and he said He could not ...
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... violet eyes , and all her Hebe bloom , 130 And doubled his own warmth against her lips , And on the bounteous wave of such a breast As never pencil drew . Half light , half shade 22 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... violet eyes , and all her Hebe bloom , 130 And doubled his own warmth against her lips , And on the bounteous wave of such a breast As never pencil drew . Half light , half shade 22 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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Agnes Barum beauty beneath blue breast breath bride bright brow cloud Cockpen cried cursed Cutty-sark dark dead dear deep door Dora dream earth Edward Rowland Sill Excalibur eyes face fair fear fell flew flowers frae Gilpin Gleam grace gray grew guilders hair hand happy hath heard heart heathen Chinee heaven holy hour Jackdaw James Russell Lowell Kilmeny King King Arthur knee knew lady land light lips lived look look'd Lord Lord Tennyson morn never night o'er pipe Porphyro prayer Rhocus Robert Browning rose round seem'd seemed seen Sensitive Plant sigh sing Sir Bedivere Sir Launfal sleep smile soft song soul sound stars stood stream sure as fate sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought thro voice wind wings wonder word youth
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Page 98 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 41 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in' Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs...
Page 42 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 40 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Page 166 - There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering; And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Page 210 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats...
Page 76 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Page 301 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said— "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied— "Ulalume— Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
Page 41 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Page 256 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the key-stane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake: For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!