The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Band 6Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1894 |
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... dark , without , he stood , -the King who wooed . He gave her brow the palest pearl , and wildly with her hair Inwove a thread of gold , that made her brow more fair ; The rose of love she wore for him blushed with a crimson flame , And ...
... dark , without , he stood , -the King who wooed . He gave her brow the palest pearl , and wildly with her hair Inwove a thread of gold , that made her brow more fair ; The rose of love she wore for him blushed with a crimson flame , And ...
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... dark bier Two white - winged figures stand , Star - crowned ; one radiant face , smile - lit , to cheer ; One to command . Friendship and duty ! See , they stand alone ; " He is not here , " they say , And from the low - browed arch the ...
... dark bier Two white - winged figures stand , Star - crowned ; one radiant face , smile - lit , to cheer ; One to command . Friendship and duty ! See , they stand alone ; " He is not here , " they say , And from the low - browed arch the ...
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... dark and sinful soul , Washing all its guilt away , While these tearful eyes still say : Parce Nobis Domine . Whither , Jesu , shall we go ? Where else bring our weight of woe ? Save to this thrice - holy Rood , Red with Thy redeeming ...
... dark and sinful soul , Washing all its guilt away , While these tearful eyes still say : Parce Nobis Domine . Whither , Jesu , shall we go ? Where else bring our weight of woe ? Save to this thrice - holy Rood , Red with Thy redeeming ...
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... ? He whose soul is dark ; Who sees no glory in a glorious cause , Nor knows the secret of the changeless laws That urge the nation forward . From the ark Gleams out no cherub light his path to mark , I 2 THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY .
... ? He whose soul is dark ; Who sees no glory in a glorious cause , Nor knows the secret of the changeless laws That urge the nation forward . From the ark Gleams out no cherub light his path to mark , I 2 THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY .
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... dark - red sun in the west drops low , To their nests on the rafters the swallows go , And the old barn really seems to know That the husking time's at hand . The laddies and lassies , that gather now To husk the corn and scrape and bow ...
... dark - red sun in the west drops low , To their nests on the rafters the swallows go , And the old barn really seems to know That the husking time's at hand . The laddies and lassies , that gather now To husk the corn and scrape and bow ...
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Seite 304 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Seite 460 - They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 291 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Seite 512 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 514 - Meanwhile the Tuscan army, Right glorious to behold, Came flashing back the noonday light, Rank behind rank, like surges bright Of a broad sea of gold. Four hundred trumpets sounded A peal of warlike glee, As that great host, with measured tread, And spears advanced, and ensigns spread, Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head, Where stood the dauntless Three. The Three stood calm and silent, And looked upon the foes, And a great shout of laughter From all the vanguard rose...
Seite 169 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come,
Seite 422 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Seite 476 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Seite 463 - How's my boy — my boy ? And unless you let me know I'll swear you are no sailor, Blue jacket or no, Brass buttons or no, sailor, Anchor and crown or no ! Sure his ship was the Jolly Briton — " Speak low, woman, speak low!" And why should I speak low, sailor, About my own boy John ? If I was loud as I am proud I'd sing him over the town ! Why should I speak low, sailor ?
Seite 511 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy cornfields green and sunny vines, O pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.