The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... soul of Laura imprisoned in his heart ; and in the shade of the cathedral is still shown that Sasso di Dante where sat the greatest poet of medieval Europe as he gazed with sad eyes on the men and women and children passing by . And all ...
... soul of Laura imprisoned in his heart ; and in the shade of the cathedral is still shown that Sasso di Dante where sat the greatest poet of medieval Europe as he gazed with sad eyes on the men and women and children passing by . And all ...
xix psl.
... soul is divine and eternal . Never in my life did this sense of the verities of the universe and the triumph of life over death come nearer to my mind than when once I stood on that hillock in Concord's Sleepy Hollow cemetery where rest ...
... soul is divine and eternal . Never in my life did this sense of the verities of the universe and the triumph of life over death come nearer to my mind than when once I stood on that hillock in Concord's Sleepy Hollow cemetery where rest ...
xxiii psl.
... soul , not less in politics than in art . The history of the United States is the history of the evolution of ideas . Evolution is in one sense inexorable ; in another and far truer sense it is the sum - total of our own use of the ...
... soul , not less in politics than in art . The history of the United States is the history of the evolution of ideas . Evolution is in one sense inexorable ; in another and far truer sense it is the sum - total of our own use of the ...
xxvi psl.
... soul within the soul , Than to be lord of what remains . " Hide still , best good , in subtle wise , Beyond my nature's utmost scope ; Be ever absent from mine eyes To be twice present in my hope ! " The one thing which distinguishes ...
... soul within the soul , Than to be lord of what remains . " Hide still , best good , in subtle wise , Beyond my nature's utmost scope ; Be ever absent from mine eyes To be twice present in my hope ! " The one thing which distinguishes ...
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... soul must heavenward prune her wings . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . FANCY . EVER let the Fancy roam , Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the ...
... soul must heavenward prune her wings . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . FANCY . EVER let the Fancy roam , Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the ...
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beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot cloud cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM ERNEST CHARLES JONES eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation tree voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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