Illustrated Birthday Book of American PoetsAlmira Leach Hayward Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - 307 pagini |
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Pagina 14
... beauty of the moonlight , With the beauty of the starlight . H. W. Longfellow . Men know thee most as one who loves his race , And bless thee with their love . Bayard Taylor . January 21 . Yet act thy part , heroic heart ! For only by ...
... beauty of the moonlight , With the beauty of the starlight . H. W. Longfellow . Men know thee most as one who loves his race , And bless thee with their love . Bayard Taylor . January 21 . Yet act thy part , heroic heart ! For only by ...
Pagina 18
... beauty of her face . The mother's smile , the children's kiss , And home's serene abounding bliss ; The fruitage of a life that bore But idle summer blooms before . Bayard Taylor . January 26 . January 27 . 18 Junuary 25 .
... beauty of her face . The mother's smile , the children's kiss , And home's serene abounding bliss ; The fruitage of a life that bore But idle summer blooms before . Bayard Taylor . January 26 . January 27 . 18 Junuary 25 .
Pagina 30
... beauty , and her clear , calm eye Was bright with venturous spirit , yet her face Was passionless , like those by sculptor graved For niches in a temple . Lovers oft Had wooed her , but she only laughed at love , And wondered at the ...
... beauty , and her clear , calm eye Was bright with venturous spirit , yet her face Was passionless , like those by sculptor graved For niches in a temple . Lovers oft Had wooed her , but she only laughed at love , And wondered at the ...
Pagina 36
... beauty , guarded , kept her beautiful . Bayard Taylor . Is it slow slipping beads , or patient folding Of stained hands in prayer That makes them purer , or the faithful holding Of what God gives to bear ? Mrs. M. L. Dickinson ...
... beauty , guarded , kept her beautiful . Bayard Taylor . Is it slow slipping beads , or patient folding Of stained hands in prayer That makes them purer , or the faithful holding Of what God gives to bear ? Mrs. M. L. Dickinson ...
Pagina 108
... Beauty's bliss Is dark beside the dream of thee . Thine eyes were lit from other skies ; Thy limbs are made of purer clay ; And wandering airs of Paradise Before thee breathe the mists away . May 23 . Bayard Taylor . If the world seems ...
... Beauty's bliss Is dark beside the dream of thee . Thine eyes were lit from other skies ; Thy limbs are made of purer clay ; And wandering airs of Paradise Before thee breathe the mists away . May 23 . Bayard Taylor . If the world seems ...
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Alice Cary April August August 20 Bayard Taylor beauty bless breath bright brow calm Celia Thaxter dear December December 23 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 holy 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 O. W. Holmes o'er October October 11 patience Phabe Cary R. H. Stoddard R. W. Emerson September September 27 shining skies smile sorrow soul stars sweet T. B. Aldrich T. B. Read tears tender thee thine things thou art toil trust truth unto voice W. C. Bryant W. D. Howells woman's youth Z. B. Gustafson
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Pagina 233 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie ; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy Dearth the lovely ones again.
Pagina 190 - For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
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 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 86 - 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 thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
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 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.
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.