Poetical Works, Band 1Co-Operative Publication Society, 1891 - 522 Seiten |
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... peaceful home of ours , Where evermore The low west - wind creeps panting up the shore To be at rest among the flowers ; Full of rest , the green moss lifts , As the dark waves of the sea Draw in and out of rocky rifts , Calling ...
... peaceful home of ours , Where evermore The low west - wind creeps panting up the shore To be at rest among the flowers ; Full of rest , the green moss lifts , As the dark waves of the sea Draw in and out of rocky rifts , Calling ...
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... peace for thee ! " IRENÉ HERS is a spirit deep , and crystal - clear ; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than speak its sympa- thies , Far down into her large and ...
... peace for thee ! " IRENÉ HERS is a spirit deep , and crystal - clear ; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than speak its sympa- thies , Far down into her large and ...
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... peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene , wherein to lay her head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman per ...
... peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene , wherein to lay her head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman per ...
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... peace , Is low - esteemed in her eyes . V. She hath no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart intwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI ...
... peace , Is low - esteemed in her eyes . V. She hath no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart intwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI ...
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... that , like a clear breeze , went Through and through the old time ! Peace sits within thine eyes , With white hands crossed in joyful rest , While , through thy lips and face , arise The 8 EARLIER POEMS . To Perdita, Singing.
... that , like a clear breeze , went Through and through the old time ! Peace sits within thine eyes , With white hands crossed in joyful rest , While , through thy lips and face , arise The 8 EARLIER POEMS . To Perdita, Singing.
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afore agin ain't aint airth arter beauty bein Ben Jonson Biglow blood brain Caleb Cushing dark dear deep divine doth dream ears earth England eyes faith fancy feel feller folks fust give God's gret hand hath hear heard heart heaven heerd hope idee Jaalam John John Bull ketch kind larn leaves letters light live look mind Muse nature neath never nigger night nothin o'er ollers once poet poor preterite rhyme round Sawin sech seemed silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song soul spiles spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree true truth turn twixt verse warn't Wilbur wind wonder word wun't Yankee
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Seite 69 - New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Seite 20 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own...
Seite 400 - Nature, they say,. doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed, Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by his...
Seite 68 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 68 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust. Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just. Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside. Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Seite 109 - The leper raised not the gold from the dust: "Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door; That is no true alms which the hand can hold; He gives only the worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty; But he who gives but a slender mite.
Seite 400 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower. Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 56 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think...
Seite 181 - An' thet all this big talk of our destinies Is half on it ign'ance, an' t' other half rum ; But John P. Robinson he Sez it aint no sech thing; an', of course, so must we. Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes ; But John P.
Seite 52 - No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil I The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set.