Current Literature, Volume 22Current Literature Publishing Company, 1897 |
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... come into vogue is that our methods of education , more now than formerly , teach us the art of observation . Thus to a ... comes to our symposium board , perfectly kept since month before last , an invitation , from one of the greatest ...
... come into vogue is that our methods of education , more now than formerly , teach us the art of observation . Thus to a ... comes to our symposium board , perfectly kept since month before last , an invitation , from one of the greatest ...
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... come apparent to the eye only through the medium . of materialization . In the same way , every human body is surrounded by an ... comes to anything . The old lady insisted strongly on this point ; so much CONTEMPORARY CELEBRITIES 15.
... come apparent to the eye only through the medium . of materialization . In the same way , every human body is surrounded by an ... comes to anything . The old lady insisted strongly on this point ; so much CONTEMPORARY CELEBRITIES 15.
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... come to these free libraries all over the country in their leisure moments - even if they only come for a novel or a newspaper - they deserve it no less , I am inclined to think , than Charles Lamb deserved his Beaumont and Fletcher ...
... come to these free libraries all over the country in their leisure moments - even if they only come for a novel or a newspaper - they deserve it no less , I am inclined to think , than Charles Lamb deserved his Beaumont and Fletcher ...
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... Comes rushing , rippling , gleam on gleam ; The runnels rise , the shallows fill , And deep and happy flows the stream . Poems And so , if I be shaped to sing What kindly hearts are pleased to hear , And blissful were , did Nature bring ...
... Comes rushing , rippling , gleam on gleam ; The runnels rise , the shallows fill , And deep and happy flows the stream . Poems And so , if I be shaped to sing What kindly hearts are pleased to hear , And blissful were , did Nature bring ...
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... Comes the croon of a little song ; Low and plaintive its measures seem To rise and melt with the wreaths of steam ... Come to cheer her , till , after all , The day seems short and the washing small ; For mother - love , with tender ...
... Comes the croon of a little song ; Low and plaintive its measures seem To rise and melt with the wreaths of steam ... Come to cheer her , till , after all , The day seems short and the washing small ; For mother - love , with tender ...
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Page 84 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 370 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 285 - Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre ! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget...
Page 285 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— lest we forget!
Page 180 - Tread softly — bow the head — in reverent silence bow ; — no passing bell doth toll, yet an immortal soul is passing now. Stranger ! however great, with lowly reverence bow : there's one in that poor shed — one by that paltry bed — greater than thou.
Page 47 - Over dews, over sands, Will I fly for your weal: Your holy, delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home, in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen!
Page 47 - I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one . . . beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen!
Page 102 - Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain. Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers, Maiden most perfect, lady of light, With a noise of winds and many rivers, With a...
Page 180 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Page 227 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, 'Haste and come to me!