The Magazine of Poetry, 5 tomasCharles Wells Moulton, 1893 |
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... Dead , H. D. Rawnsley . The Passing of Whittier , Allen Eastman Cross . To Whittier , Jeanie Oliver Smith . John Greenleaf Whittier , John Fullerton . To J. G. Whittier , On His Eightieth Birthday , Oliver Wendell Holmes . To the Poet ...
... Dead , H. D. Rawnsley . The Passing of Whittier , Allen Eastman Cross . To Whittier , Jeanie Oliver Smith . John Greenleaf Whittier , John Fullerton . To J. G. Whittier , On His Eightieth Birthday , Oliver Wendell Holmes . To the Poet ...
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... Dead Summer . Regret . A Greeting . With a Silkken Purse . This and That . Sequence . Hostages . A Bee- thoven Symphony . Quotations . Oscar Fay Adams . 373 LAZARUS , EMMA . With portrait . The Crowing of the Red Cock . The World's ...
... Dead Summer . Regret . A Greeting . With a Silkken Purse . This and That . Sequence . Hostages . A Bee- thoven Symphony . Quotations . Oscar Fay Adams . 373 LAZARUS , EMMA . With portrait . The Crowing of the Red Cock . The World's ...
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... dead leaves still she heard the stir Of his black mantle trailing in the dust . While yet her cheek was bright with summer bloom , Her country summoned and she gave her all ; And twice War bowed to her his sable plume , — Regave the ...
... dead leaves still she heard the stir Of his black mantle trailing in the dust . While yet her cheek was bright with summer bloom , Her country summoned and she gave her all ; And twice War bowed to her his sable plume , — Regave the ...
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... dead ! - -The Wagoner of the Alleghanies . THE BRAVE AT HOME . The maid who binds her warrior's sash With smile that well her pain dissembles , The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear - drop hangs and trembles , Though ...
... dead ! - -The Wagoner of the Alleghanies . THE BRAVE AT HOME . The maid who binds her warrior's sash With smile that well her pain dissembles , The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear - drop hangs and trembles , Though ...
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... dead , But the bit of lace is done . " See ! the lace is done , Sir Priest . Oh ! wait , The pay is sure , though sometimes late . " Summer across the seas , Summer on land , in sky , Summer in a heartless heart at ease , With swift ...
... dead , But the bit of lace is done . " See ! the lace is done , Sir Priest . Oh ! wait , The pay is sure , though sometimes late . " Summer across the seas , Summer on land , in sky , Summer in a heartless heart at ease , With swift ...
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33 psl. - SPRING. In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. —Locksley Hall.
216 psl. - О happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware! Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sunk Like lead into the sea.
412 psl. - JENNY KISSED ME. Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief! who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have miss'd me; Say I 'm growing old, but add— Jenny kiss'd me
226 psl. - spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
130 psl. - bells! What a world of merriment their melody fortells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort
319 psl. - Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde, To warre and armes I flee. True, a new mistresse now I chase— The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith imbrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, should adore; I could not love thee, deare, so much, Loved I not honor more.
268 psl. - SOLITUDE. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The
131 psl. - a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a
219 psl. - But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain. —Ibid.
219 psl. - Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!