Recent Gems of Poetry for Public Readings and RecitationsE.R. Andrews, Printer and bookbinder, 1881 - 214 pages |
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... once more , it may be , fancies that he carries me and prances , While my mother from the doorway follows us with happy glances , You may laugh , but - well , of course , it's absurd . Poor old Robin ! does he know how I used to cling ...
... once more , it may be , fancies that he carries me and prances , While my mother from the doorway follows us with happy glances , You may laugh , but - well , of course , it's absurd . Poor old Robin ! does he know how I used to cling ...
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... Once upon a golden afternoon , With radian faces and hearts in tune , Two fond lovers in dreaming mood , Threaded a rural solitude . Wholly happy they only knew That the earth was bright and the sky was blue That light and beauty and ...
... Once upon a golden afternoon , With radian faces and hearts in tune , Two fond lovers in dreaming mood , Threaded a rural solitude . Wholly happy they only knew That the earth was bright and the sky was blue That light and beauty and ...
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... once was made , Is full of crime and misery now : Want sits on many a haggard brow : The warrior draws his bloody sword— Slaves tremble at the tyrant's word- Vice honored - virtue scoffed , we see- Why are these ills allowed to be ...
... once was made , Is full of crime and misery now : Want sits on many a haggard brow : The warrior draws his bloody sword— Slaves tremble at the tyrant's word- Vice honored - virtue scoffed , we see- Why are these ills allowed to be ...
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... once again The prayer I told you a while ago ; And be not loud , my boy , my John- Nay , it befits us to be low- Nor yet so straight to the wording keep , As I did give you charge before : The best man ever was on the deep Pray for ...
... once again The prayer I told you a while ago ; And be not loud , my boy , my John- Nay , it befits us to be low- Nor yet so straight to the wording keep , As I did give you charge before : The best man ever was on the deep Pray for ...
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... once the relentless logic of the situation , and yielded to it with all the heroism of that nature which had enabled her , without deviation , to reach the barren cupboard . She did not attempt like the stiff necked scoffers of this ...
... once the relentless logic of the situation , and yielded to it with all the heroism of that nature which had enabled her , without deviation , to reach the barren cupboard . She did not attempt like the stiff necked scoffers of this ...
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Recent Gems of Poetry: For Public Readings and Recitations (Classic Reprint) Mrs. C. D. Field No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 7 - LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had...
Page 99 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coined my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Page 7 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
Page 74 - He is but a boy, Unused to fearful scenes ; But, young as he is, he has learned to know The dreadful thing that means. A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart Grows faint that cry to hear, And the bravest man in all the land Turns white with mortal fear. For he knows the smallest leak may grow To a flood in a single night ; And he knows the strength of the cruel sea When loosed in its angry might. And the boy ! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm. He forces back the weight of the sea...
Page 124 - If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within and all God's working see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key!
Page 124 - God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold; . We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, — Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
Page 74 - Crying and moaning till the stars Come out for company; He thinks of his brother and sister, Asleep in their safe warm bed; He thinks of his father and mother, Of himself as dying — and dead ; And of how, when the night is over, They must come and find him at last; But he never thinks he can leave the place Where duty holds him fast.
Page 74 - When loosed in its angry might. And the boy! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm, He forces back the weight of the sea With the strength of his single arm! He listens for the joyful sound Of a footstep passing nigh; And lays his ear to the ground to catcli The answer to his cry.
Page 77 - Till the fire is out in the chamber there And the little bare feet are cold. Then out of the gathering winter chill, All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather...
Page 73 - An hour above the sea. He was stopping now to gather flowers, Now listening to the sound, As the angry waters dashed themselves Against their narrow bound.