The World's Best Poetry: Of fancy, of sentiment; [introductory essay] The place of poetry in life, by C.F. RichardsonJ.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... rose buds ; Some war with rear - mice for their leathern wings , To make my small elves coats ; and some keep back The clamorous owl , that nightly hoots , and wonders At our quaint spirits . Sing me now asleep ; Then to your offices ...
... rose buds ; Some war with rear - mice for their leathern wings , To make my small elves coats ; and some keep back The clamorous owl , that nightly hoots , and wonders At our quaint spirits . Sing me now asleep ; Then to your offices ...
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... roses , the fairest that ever was seen ? Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? " Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace , But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; As still was her look , and as still was her ee , As the stillness ...
... roses , the fairest that ever was seen ? Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? " Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace , But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; As still was her look , and as still was her ee , As the stillness ...
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... rose again ; And he baited the lion to deeds of weir , Till he lapped the blood to the kingdom dear ; And weening his head was danger - preef , When crowned with the rose and clover leaf , He growled at the carle , and chased him away ...
... rose again ; And he baited the lion to deeds of weir , Till he lapped the blood to the kingdom dear ; And weening his head was danger - preef , When crowned with the rose and clover leaf , He growled at the carle , and chased him away ...
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... rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye That floats along the twilight sea . But she loved to raike the lanely glen , And keeped afar frae the haunts of men ; Her holy hymns unheard to sing , To suck the 30 POEMS OF ...
... rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye That floats along the twilight sea . But she loved to raike the lanely glen , And keeped afar frae the haunts of men ; Her holy hymns unheard to sing , To suck the 30 POEMS OF ...
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... was dying ; There came a hand to my lonely latch , Like the wind at midnight moaning ; I knelt to pray , but rose again , For I heard my little boy groaning . JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE . From an engraving after an original 32 POEMS OF FANCY .
... was dying ; There came a hand to my lonely latch , Like the wind at midnight moaning ; I knelt to pray , but rose again , For I heard my little boy groaning . JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE . From an engraving after an original 32 POEMS OF FANCY .
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beauty beneath bird blow blue breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDGAR ALLAN POE EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray green hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour JOAQUIN MILLER Judas Iscariot Kilmeny lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord loud MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moon Moonlight Song mortal murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE poet Rhocus river rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadows shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears Tell thee things thought toil Translation tree Ulalume voice wave weary wild wind wings
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335 psl. - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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139 psl. - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.