The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 2Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1890 |
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... Death . Ghosts . Frost . The Chimes . Among the Mountains . Invocation . Mutability . Quotations . MACKELLAR , THOMAS . With portrait . Rev. W. C. Stitt . 72 Let Me Kiss Him for His Mother . The Hymns My Mother Sung . " There is a Land ...
... Death . Ghosts . Frost . The Chimes . Among the Mountains . Invocation . Mutability . Quotations . MACKELLAR , THOMAS . With portrait . Rev. W. C. Stitt . 72 Let Me Kiss Him for His Mother . The Hymns My Mother Sung . " There is a Land ...
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... Death of Henry D. Nell . 387 Fate . A Winter Rose . My Familiar . My Brother's Keeper . The Singers . A Desire . An Antique Intaglio . A Victory . Storm Signals . Two Singers . Death's First Lesson . Quotation . THAYER , STEPHEN HENRY ...
... Death of Henry D. Nell . 387 Fate . A Winter Rose . My Familiar . My Brother's Keeper . The Singers . A Desire . An Antique Intaglio . A Victory . Storm Signals . Two Singers . Death's First Lesson . Quotation . THAYER , STEPHEN HENRY ...
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... death , Rather than foul the land with slavish breath . Am I a prisoner ? Difference between Chepstow and England is not much , I ween . ' T is but a cell a few more paces wide . Year after year ; and under Chepstow's side The muddied ...
... death , Rather than foul the land with slavish breath . Am I a prisoner ? Difference between Chepstow and England is not much , I ween . ' T is but a cell a few more paces wide . Year after year ; and under Chepstow's side The muddied ...
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... death , All that we dread or darkly feel , - All are but shadows , and the Beautiful Alone is real . Nothing but love is true ! Earth's many lies , whirled upon Time's swift wheel , Shift and repeat their state . Birth , life , and death ...
... death , All that we dread or darkly feel , - All are but shadows , and the Beautiful Alone is real . Nothing but love is true ! Earth's many lies , whirled upon Time's swift wheel , Shift and repeat their state . Birth , life , and death ...
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... death in his 76th year , was writing papers on scientific subjects . In pre - Darwinian days and afterwards , a well known figure in the scientific circles of London , Mr. Watts , senior , was an active member of many learned societies ...
... death in his 76th year , was writing papers on scientific subjects . In pre - Darwinian days and afterwards , a well known figure in the scientific circles of London , Mr. Watts , senior , was an active member of many learned societies ...
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Page 108 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 207 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upward in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her: We'll remember at Aix...
Page 207 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 208 - ... his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Page 210 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Page 54 - And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Page 115 - Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What ! your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew...
Page 255 - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God : I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies : By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness-of God : Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.
Page 212 - More than I merit, yes, by many times. But had you - oh, with the same perfect brow, And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth, And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind!
Page 470 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.