Among the Poets: A Choice Selection of the Best Poems by the Best AuthorsJ.A. Ruth, 1882 - 336 Seiten |
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... WAIT . WE TWO . WEARINESS . WHY DID I LET HIM GO ? WHEN THIS OLD FLAG WAS NEW . WIGGINS ON THE TIMES . WHAT MR . ROBINSON THINKS . WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN ? WORK . WHAT DOES IT MATTER ? WHITE POPPIES . YOUNG AMERICA . Harriet W. Hudson ...
... WAIT . WE TWO . WEARINESS . WHY DID I LET HIM GO ? WHEN THIS OLD FLAG WAS NEW . WIGGINS ON THE TIMES . WHAT MR . ROBINSON THINKS . WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN ? WORK . WHAT DOES IT MATTER ? WHITE POPPIES . YOUNG AMERICA . Harriet W. Hudson ...
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... crowned with love divine , Redemption stands omnipotent , and waits to see the end , When Peace embraceth Righteousness , and Truth and Mercy blend ! Christmas Night . T last thou art come , little. 10 AMONG THE POETS .
... crowned with love divine , Redemption stands omnipotent , and waits to see the end , When Peace embraceth Righteousness , and Truth and Mercy blend ! Christmas Night . T last thou art come , little. 10 AMONG THE POETS .
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... waited so long for thee , Saviour ! Art thou come to us , dearest , at last ? Oh , bless thee , dear Joy of thy Mother ! This is worth all the wearisome past ! Thou art come , thou art come , Child of Mary ! Yet we hardly believe thou ...
... waited so long for thee , Saviour ! Art thou come to us , dearest , at last ? Oh , bless thee , dear Joy of thy Mother ! This is worth all the wearisome past ! Thou art come , thou art come , Child of Mary ! Yet we hardly believe thou ...
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... wait ; Genii with lamps are standing at the door ; Oh , he shall sing sweet songs , he shall relate Wonder , and glory , and hopes untold before ; Murmur melodies that may creep Into his ears of old sublime ; Let the youngest born of ...
... wait ; Genii with lamps are standing at the door ; Oh , he shall sing sweet songs , he shall relate Wonder , and glory , and hopes untold before ; Murmur melodies that may creep Into his ears of old sublime ; Let the youngest born of ...
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... wait I. Every day that dies With flush and fragrance born of June , I know shall more resplendent rise , Where is no need of sun nor moon . And every bud on love's low tree , Whose mocking crimson flames and falls , In fullest flower I ...
... wait I. Every day that dies With flush and fragrance born of June , I know shall more resplendent rise , Where is no need of sun nor moon . And every bud on love's low tree , Whose mocking crimson flames and falls , In fullest flower I ...
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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...