Poems We LoveDodge Publishing Company, 1907 - 179 pages |
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... his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope re- pose , ) The Bosom of his Father and his God . -Thomas Gray . S IN SCHOOL - DAYS TILL sits the school - [ 18 ]
... his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope re- pose , ) The Bosom of his Father and his God . -Thomas Gray . S IN SCHOOL - DAYS TILL sits the school - [ 18 ]
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... these Nature's first lowly influences , At thought of which the heart's glad doors burst ope , In dreariest days , to welcome peace and hope . -James Russell Lowell . PHILIP , MY KING " Who bears upon his baby [ 54 ]
... these Nature's first lowly influences , At thought of which the heart's glad doors burst ope , In dreariest days , to welcome peace and hope . -James Russell Lowell . PHILIP , MY KING " Who bears upon his baby [ 54 ]
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... bow . You moon , have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face ? I hope if you have you will soon be for- given , And shine again in your place . O velvet bee , you're a dusty fellow , You've [ 90 ]
... bow . You moon , have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face ? I hope if you have you will soon be for- given , And shine again in your place . O velvet bee , you're a dusty fellow , You've [ 90 ]
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... hope and fear set free , We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea . Then star nor sun shall waken , Nor any ...
... hope and fear set free , We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea . Then star nor sun shall waken , Nor any ...
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I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to heaven as I depart . William Cullen Bryant . THE CHILD MUSICIAN H heavy , E had played for [ 106 ]
I would that thus , when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me , Hope , blossoming within my heart , May look to heaven as I depart . William Cullen Bryant . THE CHILD MUSICIAN H heavy , E had played for [ 106 ]
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angels Auf wiedersehen beautiful Annabel Lee beneath birds blow born breast breath brow cloud cold crown dark dead dear death deep doth dreams earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes Farewell flowers forever forget-lest we forget gazed giveth His beloved-sleep gleam God's gold golden grave gray hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Heinrich Heine Henry Wadsworth Longfellow James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John John Anderson king kiss Lay him low Lest we forget-lest life's light lips live look Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love thee love's lover Mary moon morn ne'er never night o'er peace Philip PIPPA PASSES purple rain rest Ring round sail silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound stars strife tears thine Thomas Hood thou art thought voice wake waves weary weep wiedersehen wild William Ernest Henley William Wordsworth Wind wings
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Page 174 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 82 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Page 73 - WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE?" An Ode in Imitation of Alcaus WHAT constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound. Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; men, high-minded men...
Page 134 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Page 36 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 184 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 35 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; . And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 9 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 145 - They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 177 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.