The Magazine of Poetry, 2 tomas,14 leidimaiCharles Wells Moulton, 1890 |
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... Dark , George Arnold . The Royal Abbess , Margaret J. Preston . Are All the Children In ? Susan Teall Perry . CURRENT POEMS . III . 366 The Poet's Apology , Andrew Lang . The Blackbird , Alfred Percival Graves . Expectation , Ida ...
... Dark , George Arnold . The Royal Abbess , Margaret J. Preston . Are All the Children In ? Susan Teall Perry . CURRENT POEMS . III . 366 The Poet's Apology , Andrew Lang . The Blackbird , Alfred Percival Graves . Expectation , Ida ...
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... dark as thine ? But I can buy thy freedom - I ( thank God ! ) , Who loved thee more than albatross or gull- Loved thee when on the waves thy footsteps trod- Dream'd of thee when , becalmed , we lay a - hull- " T is I thy friend who once ...
... dark as thine ? But I can buy thy freedom - I ( thank God ! ) , Who loved thee more than albatross or gull- Loved thee when on the waves thy footsteps trod- Dream'd of thee when , becalmed , we lay a - hull- " T is I thy friend who once ...
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... dark place and low God had sent down his snow . Here , too , a little child Played with the drifts now blackened and defiled , And with his rosy hands , in earnest play , Scraped the dark crust away . Checking my hurried pace , To note ...
... dark place and low God had sent down his snow . Here , too , a little child Played with the drifts now blackened and defiled , And with his rosy hands , in earnest play , Scraped the dark crust away . Checking my hurried pace , To note ...
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... dark storm - clouds are lifting , Out where the blinding fog is drifting , Out where the treacherous sand is shifting , My ship is coming in . Oh , I have watched till my eyes were aching , Day after weary day ; Oh , I have hoped till ...
... dark storm - clouds are lifting , Out where the blinding fog is drifting , Out where the treacherous sand is shifting , My ship is coming in . Oh , I have watched till my eyes were aching , Day after weary day ; Oh , I have hoped till ...
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... dark nights have rained in lonely tears , Since she went home . AT FORTY - FIVE . " HALT ! " cry the bugles , down the column's length ; And nothing loth to halt and rest am I , For summer's heat hath somewhat taxed my strength , And ...
... dark nights have rained in lonely tears , Since she went home . AT FORTY - FIVE . " HALT ! " cry the bugles , down the column's length ; And nothing loth to halt and rest am I , For summer's heat hath somewhat taxed my strength , And ...
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108 psl. - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
205 psl. - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
53 psl. - Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth. And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking. Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
205 psl. - Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky ; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh ; 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff, Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
208 psl. - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
205 psl. - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
206 psl. - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
108 psl. - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
464 psl. - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
464 psl. - I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.