The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Band 4,Ausgabe 4Charles Wells Moulton C. W. Moulton, 1892 |
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... Breath of Whin . The Wee Herd Loon . The Garland . Robert Burns . Quotation . EIDSON , ANDREW J. With portrait . B. M. Eidson . D. Thew Wright . 329 330 • 332 Alice M. Metcalf . 335 George R. Cathcart . 336 Familiar Quotations . 338 ...
... Breath of Whin . The Wee Herd Loon . The Garland . Robert Burns . Quotation . EIDSON , ANDREW J. With portrait . B. M. Eidson . D. Thew Wright . 329 330 • 332 Alice M. Metcalf . 335 George R. Cathcart . 336 Familiar Quotations . 338 ...
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... me , Love me now , while I draw my breath ; Love me down to the gates of death ! This is all that I ask or crave- Love thrives ill on a voiceless grave ! M ELIZA A. OTIS . RS . ELIZA A. OTIS 372 THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY .
... me , Love me now , while I draw my breath ; Love me down to the gates of death ! This is all that I ask or crave- Love thrives ill on a voiceless grave ! M ELIZA A. OTIS . RS . ELIZA A. OTIS 372 THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY .
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... breath . " Then she spoke and smiled . " Oh , I am the water - lily's child , And I live in the lily's heart of gold , Wrapped in its petal's snow - white fold , And I float all day on the river's breast , Rocked by the gentle waves to ...
... breath . " Then she spoke and smiled . " Oh , I am the water - lily's child , And I live in the lily's heart of gold , Wrapped in its petal's snow - white fold , And I float all day on the river's breast , Rocked by the gentle waves to ...
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... breathing of the past , It is Romance's wide , unlettered page , Round which the climbing ivy clingeth fast ; And ... breath , And to the sweet heart of these budding things The gentle breeze steals in and folds its wings . Far off ...
... breathing of the past , It is Romance's wide , unlettered page , Round which the climbing ivy clingeth fast ; And ... breath , And to the sweet heart of these budding things The gentle breeze steals in and folds its wings . Far off ...
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... breathing music and song . Or is it the swaying censer pouring out its love - breathing in- cense upon the air that appeals to the heart of man and causes him to give forth his praise in rhyth- mical cadences . Surely it is that the ...
... breathing music and song . Or is it the swaying censer pouring out its love - breathing in- cense upon the air that appeals to the heart of man and causes him to give forth his praise in rhyth- mical cadences . Surely it is that the ...
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Seite 453 - O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried ; and every particle, and utensil...
Seite 408 - Let thy whole strength go to each ; Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below : Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band : One will fade as others greet thee ; Shadows passing through the land.
Seite 453 - O ! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give : The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves.
Seite 408 - ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Seite 383 - Do you ask how I lived in the Valley ? I weep, and I dream, and I pray. But my tears are as sweet as the dewdrops That fall on the roses in May; And my prayer, like a perfume from Censers, Ascendeth to God night and day. In the hush of the Valley of Silence I dream all the songs that I sing; And the music floats down the dim Valley, Till each finds a word for a wing, That to hearts, like the Dove of the Deluge, A message of Peace they may bring.
Seite 398 - The bravest battle that ever was fought ; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men.
Seite 408 - A WOMAN'S QUESTION Before I trust my Fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Colour and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret: Is there one link within the Past, That holds thy spirit yet? Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee? Does there within thy...
Seite 453 - Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams ; Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey. Yet there the soul shall enter which hath earned That privilege by virtue.
Seite 382 - I WALK down the Valley of Silence — Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone! And I hear not the fall of a footstep Around me, save God's and my own; And the hush of my heart is as holy As hovers where angels have flown!
Seite 409 - Oh, tell me before all is lost! Look deeper still: if thou canst feel, Within thy inmost soul, That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole: Let no false pity spare the blow, But in true mercy tell me so.