Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best AuthorsJ.A. Ruth, 1882 - 336 Seiten |
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... look upon the dead bloom with weeping eyes ; O'er ashes of frail beauty stand and mourn , And kiss the bier of stricken hopes with sighs . Ofttimes , like light of onward seas , He shall hail great days to come , Or hear the first dread ...
... look upon the dead bloom with weeping eyes ; O'er ashes of frail beauty stand and mourn , And kiss the bier of stricken hopes with sighs . Ofttimes , like light of onward seas , He shall hail great days to come , Or hear the first dread ...
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... look into that sweet room ; Pass through the unsealed door ; Linger a moment by the bed Where lay but yesterday the Church's Head . What is there there to make thee fear ? A folded chamber vest , Akin to that which thou shalt wear When ...
... look into that sweet room ; Pass through the unsealed door ; Linger a moment by the bed Where lay but yesterday the Church's Head . What is there there to make thee fear ? A folded chamber vest , Akin to that which thou shalt wear When ...
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... look at her , and she Was still and silent . " It is done , " He said , " Oh , call the world to see ! " Ah , that was she in veriest truth- Transcendent face and haloed hair ; The beauty of divinest youth Divinely beautiful was there ...
... look at her , and she Was still and silent . " It is done , " He said , " Oh , call the world to see ! " Ah , that was she in veriest truth- Transcendent face and haloed hair ; The beauty of divinest youth Divinely beautiful was there ...
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... looks up , Nor grieves that brighter tints adorn The lily's cup . Oh , put your foolish fancies by , It matters not ; Be sure how deep you delve , how high May mount your thought ; The stars will shine above your head , The flowers will ...
... looks up , Nor grieves that brighter tints adorn The lily's cup . Oh , put your foolish fancies by , It matters not ; Be sure how deep you delve , how high May mount your thought ; The stars will shine above your head , The flowers will ...
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... looks to my Saviour , and a heart that mourns for its sin ! Well , perhaps you think I am going to say I'm the chief of sin- ners ; and then You'll tell me , as far as you can see , I'm no worse than other men . I've little to do with ...
... looks to my Saviour , and a heart that mourns for its sin ! Well , perhaps you think I am going to say I'm the chief of sin- ners ; and then You'll tell me , as far as you can see , I'm no worse than other men . I've little to do with ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel Aztec book beauty beneath blessed bloom blow brave breast breath bright brow captain's gig child CHILDREN'S HOUR cold dark days go dead dear death dream drew the little earth eternal eyes face fair father fear feet flowers flushing river forever glory golden grave gray hair hand happy head hear heart heathen Chinee heaven hope Jack Brown kiss Lady Clare land life's light lips little kings live look Lord Moon morning mother nebber never grow old nigger night o'er Old Brown Osawatomie Brown pain pale peace pity poor prayer rattles and rocks Reb'rend Quacko Strong rest rose round she-the shine shore sigh silent SILENT VILLAGE sing smile song sorrow soul spirit starvin sweet tears thee There's thought tide Twas village maid voice wait waves weary wild Willie wind wonder word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 113 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Seite 213 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Seite 226 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Seite 212 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Seite 258 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. is 249 The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Seite 93 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
Seite 217 - I die, my friend," quoth I, And "Exactly so," quoth he. 'Says he, "Dear JAMES, to murder me Were a foolish thing to do, For don't you see that you can't cook me, While I can — and will — cook you...
Seite 95 - She clad herself in a russet gown, She was no longer Lady Clare : She went by dale, and she went by down, With a single rose in her hair.
Seite 218 - And he stirred it round and round and round And he sniffed at the foaming froth; When I ups with his heels and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And...
Seite 255 - You needn't laugh, sir ; they were not then Such a burning libel on God's creatures : I was one of your handsome men ! If you had seen her, so fair and young, Whose head was happy on this breast ! If you could have heard the songs I sung When the wine went round, you wouldn't...