Illustrated Birthday Book of American PoetsAlmira Leach Hayward Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - 307 pagini |
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Pagina 2
... look and motion fraught With out - of - door delights and forest lere ; Not the first violet on a woodland lea Seemed more a visible gift of Spring than she . January 3 . Merrily upon the land , Gay and grand , Here I stand , And turn ...
... look and motion fraught With out - of - door delights and forest lere ; Not the first violet on a woodland lea Seemed more a visible gift of Spring than she . January 3 . Merrily upon the land , Gay and grand , Here I stand , And turn ...
Pagina 6
... ripe for blos- soming ! And the lives that look so cold , if their stories could be told , Would seem cast in gentler mould , would seem full of love and spring . T. B. Aldrich . January 8 . January 9 . Her name before she January 7 .
... ripe for blos- soming ! And the lives that look so cold , if their stories could be told , Would seem cast in gentler mould , would seem full of love and spring . T. B. Aldrich . January 8 . January 9 . Her name before she January 7 .
Pagina 25
... Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray , Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven , Is studded with its trembling water - drops , That glimmer with an amethystine light . All , all is light ; Light ...
... Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray , Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven , Is studded with its trembling water - drops , That glimmer with an amethystine light . All , all is light ; Light ...
Pagina 40
... Roman mould , He bears within the heart of Cato , too ; Although his look may seem severe and cold He never would be false to truth or you . C. F. Bates . February 23 . February 24 . He loved his friends 40 February 22 .
... Roman mould , He bears within the heart of Cato , too ; Although his look may seem severe and cold He never would be false to truth or you . C. F. Bates . February 23 . February 24 . He loved his friends 40 February 22 .
Pagina 48
... look On such a blessed creeter , A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . March 2 . As unto the bow the cord is , So unto the man is woman : J. R. Lowell . Though she bends him , she obeys him , Though she draws him ...
... look On such a blessed creeter , A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . March 2 . As unto the bow the cord is , So unto the man is woman : J. R. Lowell . Though she bends him , she obeys him , Though she draws him ...
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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.