The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 6Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1894 |
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... hear the sweeter strain , As when the mock - bird , from the topmost limb That crowns the grove , chants till the hills grow dim , And shames each warbler with his own song back again . If every hint that field and wood and stream Give ...
... hear the sweeter strain , As when the mock - bird , from the topmost limb That crowns the grove , chants till the hills grow dim , And shames each warbler with his own song back again . If every hint that field and wood and stream Give ...
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... Hear , Oh Jesu , hear our prayer : Parce Nobis Domine . Ah ! that scourging by the crowd , ' Mid their curses fierce and loud ; Ah ! that vinegar and gall , And the thrice - repeated fall ! Sins of mine you wrought this day ! Weeping ...
... Hear , Oh Jesu , hear our prayer : Parce Nobis Domine . Ah ! that scourging by the crowd , ' Mid their curses fierce and loud ; Ah ! that vinegar and gall , And the thrice - repeated fall ! Sins of mine you wrought this day ! Weeping ...
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... hear my suppliant cry For Thee . OUR FLAG . SEE ye to it , O , my brothers ! That our fiag is not abased ; That the rebel band is scattered , And each traitor is disgraced ; See ye that the lustful murderers Win no victory in the land ...
... hear my suppliant cry For Thee . OUR FLAG . SEE ye to it , O , my brothers ! That our fiag is not abased ; That the rebel band is scattered , And each traitor is disgraced ; See ye that the lustful murderers Win no victory in the land ...
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... hear again . O Mother Nature ! thou art old and hoary , And wonderful and strange things thou can'st tell ; But we , like children , love the spring - time story And think it best , because we know it well . TO MRS . CARLYLE . I HAVE ...
... hear again . O Mother Nature ! thou art old and hoary , And wonderful and strange things thou can'st tell ; But we , like children , love the spring - time story And think it best , because we know it well . TO MRS . CARLYLE . I HAVE ...
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... hear it best when we are most alone , And these we wear at all times in our hearts . ON A HEAD OF CHRIST . ( QUINTIN MATSYS , 15th CENTURY . ) A GRIEVING face , adown whose hollow cheek The tear - drops fall from tender , mournful eyes ...
... hear it best when we are most alone , And these we wear at all times in our hearts . ON A HEAD OF CHRIST . ( QUINTIN MATSYS , 15th CENTURY . ) A GRIEVING face , adown whose hollow cheek The tear - drops fall from tender , mournful eyes ...
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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.