The Book of Living PoetsWalter Jerrold Alston Rivers, Limited, 1907 - 375 psl. |
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... spirit . It is to be hoped that those critics who believe there are indications of a fuller interest in the poetry of the time are justified , and it may also be hoped that this anthology will send many readers to the numerous volumes ...
... spirit . It is to be hoped that those critics who believe there are indications of a fuller interest in the poetry of the time are justified , and it may also be hoped that this anthology will send many readers to the numerous volumes ...
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... spirit's bliss . " Is death but this ? " I cried , " no more but this ? " And answer came : " Among those faces there , Are all unknown ? " ' Twas then I saw him , fair With perfect peace , my enemy , even he Of all the world who most ...
... spirit's bliss . " Is death but this ? " I cried , " no more but this ? " And answer came : " Among those faces there , Are all unknown ? " ' Twas then I saw him , fair With perfect peace , my enemy , even he Of all the world who most ...
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... spirits sweeter than the face That screens them ; for that lost embrace ! For sessions leisurely and sweet , When firelight warms the idle feet , Where fact and fantasy compete . For music - ah , the gracious thing ! — Or blown aloft on ...
... spirits sweeter than the face That screens them ; for that lost embrace ! For sessions leisurely and sweet , When firelight warms the idle feet , Where fact and fantasy compete . For music - ah , the gracious thing ! — Or blown aloft on ...
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... spirit trips , Through the cold throng towards me slips , And rains soft kisses on my lips . I praise Thee , Father , though Thou thrust Me crying in the common dust , Not as I will but as I must . Viator . Is this the February air That ...
... spirit trips , Through the cold throng towards me slips , And rains soft kisses on my lips . I praise Thee , Father , though Thou thrust Me crying in the common dust , Not as I will but as I must . Viator . Is this the February air That ...
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... spirit makes them new to - day ? The soul puts on her summer dress , And , tired awhile of scheme and gain , Clothes ... spirits call— " Here be at rest , with all forgiven : Thy burden galls thee ; let it fall , And take the flowery ...
... spirit makes them new to - day ? The soul puts on her summer dress , And , tired awhile of scheme and gain , Clothes ... spirits call— " Here be at rest , with all forgiven : Thy burden galls thee ; let it fall , And take the flowery ...
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