Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and EnglishJeannette Leonard Gilder Cassell, 1886 - 683 Seiten |
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... land , in No - man's - land , — Two hurrying Shapes met face to face , And bade each other stand . And who are you ? " cried one , agape , Shuddering in the gloaming light . " I do not know , " said the second Shape , " I only died last ...
... land , in No - man's - land , — Two hurrying Shapes met face to face , And bade each other stand . And who are you ? " cried one , agape , Shuddering in the gloaming light . " I do not know , " said the second Shape , " I only died last ...
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... land , -before the fall Did to our souls time's bitter wisdom bring , And hush the angel - voices one and all ; Yet we remember them , and every spring Catch faint and far the echo of their call . Never does summer - time or autumn call ...
... land , -before the fall Did to our souls time's bitter wisdom bring , And hush the angel - voices one and all ; Yet we remember them , and every spring Catch faint and far the echo of their call . Never does summer - time or autumn call ...
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... land you where the mountain goat himself " Struggles for footing . " He outspread his wings , And all the chapel darkened , as if hell Had swallowed up the tapers ; and the air Grew thick , and , like a current sensible , Flowed round ...
... land you where the mountain goat himself " Struggles for footing . " He outspread his wings , And all the chapel darkened , as if hell Had swallowed up the tapers ; and the air Grew thick , and , like a current sensible , Flowed round ...
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... land , And clutched the Christ with his sinful hand . Instant the shadows were rent in twain , Dashed here and there o'er the frighted plain , And the star burst blazing from above ; Stern vengeance mixed with its holy love , As full on ...
... land , And clutched the Christ with his sinful hand . Instant the shadows were rent in twain , Dashed here and there o'er the frighted plain , And the star burst blazing from above ; Stern vengeance mixed with its holy love , As full on ...
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... land , " Sculptured from bases to pediments " With all that studious art invents , 46 A temple of marble veined with gold , " Built only this precious Christ to hold . 66 Air - spanning arches and columns broad , " All stooping beneath ...
... land , " Sculptured from bases to pediments " With all that studious art invents , 46 A temple of marble veined with gold , " Built only this precious Christ to hold . 66 Air - spanning arches and columns broad , " All stooping beneath ...
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angels Arcady beauty beneath bird bloom blue brave breast breath bright brow CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS cast crown Christ Clive crimson night Dæmon dark dead dear death Dehu dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers gaze gleam glory God's gold golden gray grow half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy Joseph's tomb kiss knew Lahore laugh life's light lilies and violets lips LITTLE MURIEL live look Mind Freaks moon morning neath never night Njörd o'er once pain pale poets pray rose round Runjeet sang shadow silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stand stars stood strong sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought tree trembling Twas twixt voice wait wake wave wild arm wind wonder words
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Seite 421 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 325 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Seite 421 - 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 28 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children; Come children, come down! The hoarse wind blows coldly; Lights shine in the town.
Seite 25 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away. This way, this way. Call her once before you go. Call once yet. In a voice that she will know : "Margaret! Margaret!
Seite 423 - 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'.
Seite 90 - And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Seite 610 - And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side ; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride, ' We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! We have won great glory, my men ! And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die — does it matter when?
Seite 328 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Seite 326 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving...