The Birthday Book of American PoetsJames R. Osgood, 1880 - 277 pagini |
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Pagina 4
... once more . E. C. Stedman . January 6 . Many a youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion ; Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment ...
... once more . E. C. Stedman . January 6 . Many a youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion ; Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment ...
Pagina 20
... born at all . I once was a jolly young beau And knew how to pick up a fan , Will Carleton . But I've done with all that , you must know , For now I'm a family man ! J. G. Saxe . January 29 . January 30 . 20 January 28 .
... born at all . I once was a jolly young beau And knew how to pick up a fan , Will Carleton . But I've done with all that , you must know , For now I'm a family man ! J. G. Saxe . January 29 . January 30 . 20 January 28 .
Pagina 84
... Once on my mother's breast , a child , I crept , Holding my breath ; There , safe and sad , lay shuddering , and wept At the dark mystery of Death . Weary and weak , and worn with all unrest , Spent with the strife , O mother , let me ...
... Once on my mother's breast , a child , I crept , Holding my breath ; There , safe and sad , lay shuddering , and wept At the dark mystery of Death . Weary and weak , and worn with all unrest , Spent with the strife , O mother , let me ...
Pagina 102
... once , love only once , And May but once to thee ! May 15 . E. S. Phelps . A woman , in her woman's sphere , A loyal wife and worshipper , She only thirsted to appear As fair to him , as he to her , And fairer still , from year to year ...
... once , love only once , And May but once to thee ! May 15 . E. S. Phelps . A woman , in her woman's sphere , A loyal wife and worshipper , She only thirsted to appear As fair to him , as he to her , And fairer still , from year to year ...
Pagina 128
... overmuch ; And though its household sweets Affection may through daily channels give , The heart is chary , and ecstatic beats Once only while we live . Alice Cary . June 17 . June 18 . Longing is God's fresh 128 June 16 .
... overmuch ; And though its household sweets Affection may through daily channels give , The heart is chary , and ecstatic beats Once only while we live . Alice Cary . June 17 . June 18 . Longing is God's fresh 128 June 16 .
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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
Pasaje populare
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.