The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 2 tomasCharles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1890 |
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... Heaven That Was . Oliver Madox - Brown . BARNES , MARY MATHEWS . With portrait by Fredricks , New York . Laura C. Holloway . 21 Epithalamium . The Bird in the Belfry . Scars . Washington . Lincoln . UTTER , REBECCA PALFREY . Motherhood ...
... Heaven That Was . Oliver Madox - Brown . BARNES , MARY MATHEWS . With portrait by Fredricks , New York . Laura C. Holloway . 21 Epithalamium . The Bird in the Belfry . Scars . Washington . Lincoln . UTTER , REBECCA PALFREY . Motherhood ...
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... heaven , And howl to vex me . But the town is far ; And all its noises , ere they trouble me , Must take a convoy of the scented breeze , And climb the hills , and cross the bloomy dales , And catch a whisper in the swaying grain , And ...
... heaven , And howl to vex me . But the town is far ; And all its noises , ere they trouble me , Must take a convoy of the scented breeze , And climb the hills , and cross the bloomy dales , And catch a whisper in the swaying grain , And ...
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... heaven were passing off In low combustion ; or the kindling night Were slowly flaming to a fatal dawn , Wide - spread and sunless as the day of doom . I have a cottage cowering in the trees , And seeming to shrink lower day by day ...
... heaven were passing off In low combustion ; or the kindling night Were slowly flaming to a fatal dawn , Wide - spread and sunless as the day of doom . I have a cottage cowering in the trees , And seeming to shrink lower day by day ...
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... heaven aloud , Or shrink with winter in his icy cave . Now peace broods over me ; now savage rage Spurns me across the world . Nor am I free From nightly visions , when the pictured page Of sleep unfolds its varied leaves to me ...
... heaven aloud , Or shrink with winter in his icy cave . Now peace broods over me ; now savage rage Spurns me across the world . Nor am I free From nightly visions , when the pictured page Of sleep unfolds its varied leaves to me ...
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... heaven - born . I trample on their auguries and needs . Where the foreboding dares to front my scorn , Or break the promise from my heart proceeds ? But thou , Belovéd ! smilest down my wrath So able to protect thee . Who should harm ...
... heaven - born . I trample on their auguries and needs . Where the foreboding dares to front my scorn , Or break the promise from my heart proceeds ? But thou , Belovéd ! smilest down my wrath So able to protect thee . Who should harm ...
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The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 4 tomas Charles Wells Moulton Visos knygos peržiūra - 1892 |
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ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES azalea Barum beauty bird blessed bloom blossoms born breast breath bright brow CHARLES MACKAY charm cheer CHIG cloud cold dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth eyes face fair flowers friends G. P. Putnam's Sons George Parsons Lathrop gleam glory glow gold golden grace green Habersham hand hath hear heart heaven HELEN OF TROY hills hope IBID kiss land life's light lips literary live look Love's Magazine marshes of Glynn Menelaus Miscellaneous poems morning mother neath never night o'er Ossining pain poet poetry rest Roden Noel rose shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars strong sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought to-day tree UNIV verse voice waves weary whisper wild wind wings young
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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.
207 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 upward 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...
207 psl. - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ; "Speed...
208 psl. - ... his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
210 psl. - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
54 psl. - And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
115 psl. - Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What ! your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew...
255 psl. - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God : I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies : By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness-of God : Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.
212 psl. - More than I merit, yes, by many times. But had you - oh, with the same perfect brow, And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth, And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind!
470 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.