Poems We LoveDodge Publishing Company, 1907 - 179 pagini |
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Pagina 131
... - With hearts so ignorant of woes And eyes that ne'er knew dimming . More like that in the soundless Void They run their merry races , Or mount some vagrant asteroid And sail about the spaces . O , if Thy plan is understood , - And [ 131 ]
... - With hearts so ignorant of woes And eyes that ne'er knew dimming . More like that in the soundless Void They run their merry races , Or mount some vagrant asteroid And sail about the spaces . O , if Thy plan is understood , - And [ 131 ]
Pagina 142
... sail the seas , on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way , As the far bell of vesper makes him start , Seeming to weep the dying day's decay : Is this a fancy which ...
... sail the seas , on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way , As the far bell of vesper makes him start , Seeming to weep the dying day's decay : Is this a fancy which ...
Pagina 144
... sail on ! and on ! ' " , My men grow mutinous day by day ; My men grow ghastly wan and weak . ” The stout mate ... Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on ! ' 999 They sailed and sailed as winds might blow , Until [ 144 ]
... sail on ! and on ! ' " , My men grow mutinous day by day ; My men grow ghastly wan and weak . ” The stout mate ... Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on ! ' 999 They sailed and sailed as winds might blow , Until [ 144 ]
Pagina 145
... bite ! Brave Admiral , say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone ? " The words leapt like a leaping sword : " Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on ! " -Joaquin Miller . SONG FROM " PIPPA PASSES " T HE year's at [ 145 ]
... bite ! Brave Admiral , say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone ? " The words leapt like a leaping sword : " Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on ! " -Joaquin Miller . SONG FROM " PIPPA PASSES " T HE year's at [ 145 ]
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angels Auf wiedersehen beautiful Annabel Lee beneath birds blow born breast breath brow cloud cold crown dark dead dear death deep doth dreams earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes Farewell flowers forever forget-lest we forget gazed giveth His beloved-sleep gleam God's gold golden grave gray hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Heinrich Heine Henry Wadsworth Longfellow James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller John John Anderson king kiss Lay him low Lest we forget-lest life's light lips live look Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love thee love's lover Mary moon morn ne'er never night o'er peace Philip PIPPA PASSES purple rain rest Ring round sail silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound stars strife tears thine Thomas Hood thou art thought voice wake waves weary weep wiedersehen wild William Ernest Henley William Wordsworth Wind wings
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Pagina 174 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Pagina 82 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Pagina 73 - WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE?" An Ode in Imitation of Alcaus WHAT constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound. Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; men, high-minded men...
Pagina 134 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Pagina 36 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Pagina 184 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Pagina 35 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; . And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 9 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 145 - They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Pagina 177 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.