The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, 1. köide,lk 1–456H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pages |
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... Hope , Alice Meynell , Henry Newbolt , and Francis Thompson . J. B. Lippincott Company : The poems by George Henry Boker , Harrison S. Morris , Thomas Buchanan Read and Mary Ashley Town- send . Little , Brown & Company : The poems by ...
... Hope , Alice Meynell , Henry Newbolt , and Francis Thompson . J. B. Lippincott Company : The poems by George Henry Boker , Harrison S. Morris , Thomas Buchanan Read and Mary Ashley Town- send . Little , Brown & Company : The poems by ...
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... hope or friend , - Who find their journey full of pains and losses , And long to reach the end . How shall it be with her , the tender stranger , Fair - faced and gentle - eyed , Before whose unstained feet the world's rude highway ...
... hope or friend , - Who find their journey full of pains and losses , And long to reach the end . How shall it be with her , the tender stranger , Fair - faced and gentle - eyed , Before whose unstained feet the world's rude highway ...
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... hope that lives On what God gives Is Christian hope well founded . Small things are best ; Grief and unrest To rank and wealth are given ; But little things On little wings Bear little souls to heaven . Frederick William Faber [ 1814 ...
... hope that lives On what God gives Is Christian hope well founded . Small things are best ; Grief and unrest To rank and wealth are given ; But little things On little wings Bear little souls to heaven . Frederick William Faber [ 1814 ...
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... hope you'll not refuse All that poor Phoebe has to give . " Nancy Dennis Sproat [ ? ] THE BABES IN THE WOOD Now ponder well , you parents dear , These words , which I shall write ; A doleful story you shall hear , In time brought forth ...
... hope you'll not refuse All that poor Phoebe has to give . " Nancy Dennis Sproat [ ? ] THE BABES IN THE WOOD Now ponder well , you parents dear , These words , which I shall write ; A doleful story you shall hear , In time brought forth ...
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... hope , because you're old and obese , To find in the furry civic robe ease ? Rouse up , sirs ! Give your brains a racking , To find the remedy we're lacking , Or , sure as fate , we'll send you packing ! " At this the Mayor and ...
... hope , because you're old and obese , To find in the furry civic robe ease ? Rouse up , sirs ! Give your brains a racking , To find the remedy we're lacking , Or , sure as fate , we'll send you packing ! " At this the Mayor and ...
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Page 206 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 369 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 357 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 439 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 319 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 304 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 79 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 218 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Page 425 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Page 217 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.