Illustrated Birthday Book of American PoetsAlmira Leach Hayward Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - 307 pagini |
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Pagina 48
... 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 , yet she follows , Useless each without the other ! H. W. Longfellow . All are needed by each one ...
... 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 , yet she follows , Useless each without the other ! H. W. Longfellow . All are needed by each one ...
Pagina 64
... Unto her queenly soul doth minister . March 26 . F. R. Lowell . Youth longs and manhood strives , but age remem- bers , Sits by the raked - up ashes of the past , Spreads its thin hands above the whitening embers That warm its creeping ...
... Unto her queenly soul doth minister . March 26 . F. R. Lowell . Youth longs and manhood strives , but age remem- bers , Sits by the raked - up ashes of the past , Spreads its thin hands above the whitening embers That warm its creeping ...
Pagina 78
... unto griefs and needs , Be pitiful as woman should . April 12 . 7. G. Whittier . Thy voice is like a fountain Leaping up in sunshine bright , And I never weary counting Its clear droppings , lone and single , Or when in one full gush ...
... unto griefs and needs , Be pitiful as woman should . April 12 . 7. G. Whittier . Thy voice is like a fountain Leaping up in sunshine bright , And I never weary counting Its clear droppings , lone and single , Or when in one full gush ...
Pagina 98
... Unto no whiter soul than hers . F. G. Whittier . May 9 . True worth is in being , not seeming , In doing each day that goes by Some little good - not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by . There's nothing so kingly as ...
... Unto no whiter soul than hers . F. G. Whittier . May 9 . True worth is in being , not seeming , In doing each day that goes by Some little good - not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by . There's nothing so kingly as ...
Pagina 104
... unto us to make Us glad , The things which for and of each other's sake We might have had ? May 18 . Mrs. H. H. Jackson . What if the battle end and thou hast lost ? Others have lost the battle thou hast won ; Haste thee , bind thy ...
... unto us to make Us glad , The things which for and of each other's sake We might have had ? May 18 . Mrs. H. H. Jackson . What if the battle end and thou hast lost ? Others have lost the battle thou hast won ; Haste thee , bind thy ...
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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.