The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 6Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1894 |
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... deep hemlock cover , in vine - trellised arbor , My heart finds once more a blest haven and harbor . But the summers are many , the years have flown fleetly , Since first we came hither with revel and laughter . Ah ! how easy the jest ...
... deep hemlock cover , in vine - trellised arbor , My heart finds once more a blest haven and harbor . But the summers are many , the years have flown fleetly , Since first we came hither with revel and laughter . Ah ! how easy the jest ...
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... deep my heart was torn While from my life went all repose , And love soon found the hidden thorn . Then wandered I in meads forlorn , Unmindful of the frosts that froze ; Then willows did my head adorn , Then Cupid's heats turned all to ...
... deep my heart was torn While from my life went all repose , And love soon found the hidden thorn . Then wandered I in meads forlorn , Unmindful of the frosts that froze ; Then willows did my head adorn , Then Cupid's heats turned all to ...
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... deep and air was sweet , Where only whims did time my feet , Where care at most was but a haze , Where all the months were merry Mays ! I never dreamed of gold or bays , My heart with wrong did never beat , When I was young ! The birds ...
... deep and air was sweet , Where only whims did time my feet , Where care at most was but a haze , Where all the months were merry Mays ! I never dreamed of gold or bays , My heart with wrong did never beat , When I was young ! The birds ...
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... deep yearning , O'er joys that in days that are past we have known . But what tho ' the sweetness Of spring flowers has wasted , In the days that have followed as bright ones have blown ? Tho ' withered the hopes In our youth that we ...
... deep yearning , O'er joys that in days that are past we have known . But what tho ' the sweetness Of spring flowers has wasted , In the days that have followed as bright ones have blown ? Tho ' withered the hopes In our youth that we ...
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... deep , I fear me , watching in silence here , that when She next shall wake from sleep , Shall next awake , dear Paul , her feet will stand , Sweet lily , planted in the better land . ' Tis over , Paul ; see , our babe , like the frail ...
... deep , I fear me , watching in silence here , that when She next shall wake from sleep , Shall next awake , dear Paul , her feet will stand , Sweet lily , planted in the better land . ' Tis over , Paul ; see , our babe , like the frail ...
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Page 304 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Page 460 - They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 291 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Page 512 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Page 514 - Meanwhile the Tuscan army, Right glorious to behold, Came flashing back the noonday light, Rank behind rank, like surges bright Of a broad sea of gold. Four hundred trumpets sounded A peal of warlike glee, As that great host, with measured tread, And spears advanced, and ensigns spread, Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head, Where stood the dauntless Three. The Three stood calm and silent, And looked upon the foes, And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard rose...
Page 169 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come,
Page 422 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Page 476 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Page 463 - How's my boy — my boy ? And unless you let me know I'll swear you are no sailor, Blue jacket or no, Brass buttons or no, sailor, Anchor and crown or no ! Sure his ship was the Jolly Briton — " Speak low, woman, speak low!" And why should I speak low, sailor, About my own boy John ? If I was loud as I am proud I'd sing him over the town ! Why should I speak low, sailor ?
Page 511 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy cornfields green and sunny vines, O pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.