The Birthday Book of American PoetsJames R. Osgood, 1880 - 277 pagini |
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Pagina 26
... The tenderness that moves the critic's blame . Those few have power to lift his name above Forgetfulness , to grant that noblest fame Which sets its trumpet to the lips of Love ! Bayard Taylor . February 2 . February 3 . 26 February 1 .
... The tenderness that moves the critic's blame . Those few have power to lift his name above Forgetfulness , to grant that noblest fame Which sets its trumpet to the lips of Love ! Bayard Taylor . February 2 . February 3 . 26 February 1 .
Pagina 40
... lips , And faith that sees the ring of light Round nature's last eclipse ! February 23 . O. W. Holmes . In all his ways He showed that quiet of the upper world A breath can turn to tempest , and the force Of rooted firs that slowly ...
... lips , And faith that sees the ring of light Round nature's last eclipse ! February 23 . O. W. Holmes . In all his ways He showed that quiet of the upper world A breath can turn to tempest , and the force Of rooted firs that slowly ...
Pagina 72
... lips , the petals , Lurks a cruel bee that stings . She never felt the poverty W. D. Howells . Of souls less favored than her own . April 3 . Phabe Cary . He met the men of many a land ; They gave their souls into his hand ; And none of ...
... lips , the petals , Lurks a cruel bee that stings . She never felt the poverty W. D. Howells . Of souls less favored than her own . April 3 . Phabe Cary . He met the men of many a land ; They gave their souls into his hand ; And none of ...
Pagina 96
... lips , and could not say The Thorn was in my heart ! May 6 . W. D. Howells . We rise by the things that are under feet ; By what we have mastered of good and gain ; By the pride deposed and the passion slain , And the vanquished ills ...
... lips , and could not say The Thorn was in my heart ! May 6 . W. D. Howells . We rise by the things that are under feet ; By what we have mastered of good and gain ; By the pride deposed and the passion slain , And the vanquished ills ...
Pagina 107
Almira Leach Hayward. May 20 . May 21 . Too pure thy lips for passion's kiss ; Too fair. 107 May 19 .
Almira Leach Hayward. May 20 . May 21 . Too pure thy lips for passion's kiss ; Too fair. 107 May 19 .
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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.