Illustrated Birthday Book of American PoetsAlmira Leach Hayward Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - 307 pagini |
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Pagina 6
Almira Leach Hayward. Thy dress was like the lilies , And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's holy messengers Did walk with me that day . H. W. Longfellow . Year after year her tender steps pursuing , Behold her grown more fair ...
Almira Leach Hayward. Thy dress was like the lilies , And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's holy messengers Did walk with me that day . H. W. Longfellow . Year after year her tender steps pursuing , Behold her grown more fair ...
Pagina 25
... 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 without shade . But all shall pass away ...
... 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 without shade . But all shall pass away ...
Pagina 28
... pure ; I wish the good were not so few , I wish the bad were fewer ; I wish that parsons ne'er forgot To heed their pious teaching ; I wish that practising was not So different from preaching ! J. G. Saxe . February 5 . February 6 . I ...
... pure ; I wish the good were not so few , I wish the bad were fewer ; I wish that parsons ne'er forgot To heed their pious teaching ; I wish that practising was not So different from preaching ! J. G. Saxe . February 5 . February 6 . I ...
Pagina 40
... pure , be true , And prompt in duty ; heed the deep , Low voice of conscience . February 24 . 7. G. Whittier . If tears were dry and laughter should seem strange ; And if the soul should doubt itself and falter : Since God is God , and ...
... pure , be true , And prompt in duty ; heed the deep , Low voice of conscience . February 24 . 7. G. Whittier . If tears were dry and laughter should seem strange ; And if the soul should doubt itself and falter : Since God is God , and ...
Pagina 50
... them lay , — Those deep and tender twilight eyes , So full of meaning pure and bright , As if she yet stood in the light Of those oped gates of Paradise . T. B. Aldrich . March 5 . March 6 . O noble soul , 50 March 4 .
... them lay , — Those deep and tender twilight eyes , So full of meaning pure and bright , As if she yet stood in the light Of those oped gates of Paradise . T. B. Aldrich . March 5 . March 6 . O noble soul , 50 March 4 .
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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.