The Birthday Book of American PoetsJames R. Osgood, 1880 - 277 pagini |
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Pagina 12
... leaves the trampled street For some cathedral , cool and dim , Where he can hear in music beat The heart of prayer , that beats for him ; Restored and comforted , I go To grapple with my tasks again ; Through silent worship taught to ...
... leaves the trampled street For some cathedral , cool and dim , Where he can hear in music beat The heart of prayer , that beats for him ; Restored and comforted , I go To grapple with my tasks again ; Through silent worship taught to ...
Pagina 64
... . Still travelling downward from the sky , Shine on our mortal sight . So when a great man dies , For years beyond our ken , The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men . H. W. Longfellow . March 26 . March 27 . 64 March 25 .
... . Still travelling downward from the sky , Shine on our mortal sight . So when a great man dies , For years beyond our ken , The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men . H. W. Longfellow . March 26 . March 27 . 64 March 25 .
Pagina 124
... leaves one door open , The door of hope , my dear . June 12 . R. H. Stoddard . He sang thy praise , O " June " ! and well mayst thou Bring all thy beauty to his coming now . Well mayst thou give the welcome of a queen To this calm guest ...
... leaves one door open , The door of hope , my dear . June 12 . R. H. Stoddard . He sang thy praise , O " June " ! and well mayst thou Bring all thy beauty to his coming now . Well mayst thou give the welcome of a queen To this calm guest ...
Pagina 137
Almira Leach Hayward. June 29 . June 30 . JULY . THERE ! Sweep these foolish leaves away , 137 June 28 .
Almira Leach Hayward. June 29 . June 30 . JULY . THERE ! Sweep these foolish leaves away , 137 June 28 .
Pagina 139
Almira Leach Hayward. JULY . THERE ! Sweep these foolish leaves away , I will not crush my brains to - day ! Look ! are the southern curtains drawn ? Fetch me a fan , and so begone ! --- - Who knows it not , this dead recoil Of weary ...
Almira Leach Hayward. JULY . THERE ! Sweep these foolish leaves away , I will not crush my brains to - day ! Look ! are the southern curtains drawn ? Fetch me a fan , and so begone ! --- - Who knows it not , this dead recoil Of weary ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alice Cary April August August 20 Bayard Taylor beauty bless breath bright brow calm Celia Thaxter cheer dark dear December December 21 doth dream E. C. Stedman E. S. Phelps earth eyes face fair faith February February 11 feet flowers God's grace H. H. Jackson H. W. Longfellow hand hath heart heaven hope J. C. R. Dorr J. G. Whittier J. R. Lowell January January 11 Joaquin Miller July June life's light lives look Lucy Larcom M. M. Dodge March N. P. Willis November November 11 O. W. Holmes o'er October October 14 patience Phabe Cary R. H. Stoddard R. W. Emerson September September 27 shining skies smile sorrow soul stars sweet T. B. Read tears tender thee thine things thou art thought toil trust truth unto voice W. C. Bryant W. D. Howells youth Z. B. Gustafson
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Pagina 233 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Pagina 190 - For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Pagina 1 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the winged snow; And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Pagina 30 - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest...
Pagina 255 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Pagina 238 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Pagina 128 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Pagina 48 - Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.
Pagina 154 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time — Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing may take heart again.
Pagina 64 - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.