The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 1Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... Strong and content I travel the open road . -Song of the Open Road . WISDOM . Wisdom is of the soul , is not susceptible of proof , is its own proof , Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content , Is the certainty of ...
... Strong and content I travel the open road . -Song of the Open Road . WISDOM . Wisdom is of the soul , is not susceptible of proof , is its own proof , Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content , Is the certainty of ...
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... strong warriors , brave and true , From the youngest to the eldest , Enguerrand to mighty Hugh . " Sons of Germain , to your keeping do I yield my bride to - day . Guard her well as you do love me ; guard her well and holily . Dearer ...
... strong warriors , brave and true , From the youngest to the eldest , Enguerrand to mighty Hugh . " Sons of Germain , to your keeping do I yield my bride to - day . Guard her well as you do love me ; guard her well and holily . Dearer ...
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... strong ; Set your heel upon my bosom for my soul has done you wrong . " But , " and here he swayed and faltered till his knee sank on the floor , Yet in falling turned his forehead ever toward that silent door ; " Bu your warrior hand ...
... strong ; Set your heel upon my bosom for my soul has done you wrong . " But , " and here he swayed and faltered till his knee sank on the floor , Yet in falling turned his forehead ever toward that silent door ; " Bu your warrior hand ...
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... strong , In which my hopes and being long To sink and faint and fail away ? I cannot know . I cannot say . But play , play on . VIRTUE . Virtue , Prince , Doth need no pedigree to make it lovely . Risifi's Daughter , p . 11 . LIFE ...
... strong , In which my hopes and being long To sink and faint and fail away ? I cannot know . I cannot say . But play , play on . VIRTUE . Virtue , Prince , Doth need no pedigree to make it lovely . Risifi's Daughter , p . 11 . LIFE ...
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... strong inclination to be- come a teacher . When she was twenty - four years old she had about made up her mind to prepare for the examination with this end in view . Her friends wanted her to marry and said she was fit for a throne ...
... strong inclination to be- come a teacher . When she was twenty - four years old she had about made up her mind to prepare for the examination with this end in view . Her friends wanted her to marry and said she was fit for a throne ...
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Page 103 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 21 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Page 17 - O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills...
Page 85 - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Page 103 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Page 360 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Page 22 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Page 21 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Page 58 - So farre, so fast the eygre drave. The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet: The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee.
Page 58 - And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.