The Magazine of Poetry, Volumen 3,Números 1-4Charles Wells Moulton, 1891 |
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... feels with a true poet's heart the subtle , fine emotions that thrill the rarer souls of earth . Her spiritual perception is clear and all she does is elevated in tone , putting to shame the notorious effusions of many later writers ...
... feels with a true poet's heart the subtle , fine emotions that thrill the rarer souls of earth . Her spiritual perception is clear and all she does is elevated in tone , putting to shame the notorious effusions of many later writers ...
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... feel it must be so ; That a time of choice is coming For weal or for woe . IN A THEATRE . CAPUA , 72 B. C. WE were friends and comrades loyal though I was of alien race , And he a free - born Sannite that followed the man from Thrace ...
... feel it must be so ; That a time of choice is coming For weal or for woe . IN A THEATRE . CAPUA , 72 B. C. WE were friends and comrades loyal though I was of alien race , And he a free - born Sannite that followed the man from Thrace ...
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... to heed our prayer . " Six thousand years have passed , and we in hope were ever waiting ; From darkness of the prison - house our eyes are faint and dim ; Our feet too numb to feel the chains , our ALICE WERNER . 33.
... to heed our prayer . " Six thousand years have passed , and we in hope were ever waiting ; From darkness of the prison - house our eyes are faint and dim ; Our feet too numb to feel the chains , our ALICE WERNER . 33.
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... feel that naught is there ! We know not even what to ask , Thou Life of those that languish ; We are but weak and blind , - but surely Thou wilt hear our prayer . We cannot see Thee - faith is weak , and flickers to its dying , And love ...
... feel that naught is there ! We know not even what to ask , Thou Life of those that languish ; We are but weak and blind , - but surely Thou wilt hear our prayer . We cannot see Thee - faith is weak , and flickers to its dying , And love ...
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... feeling and fancy of the poet , the ear of the musician , and the eye of the artist . In each of these departments of kindred art she might excel , and she is embarrassed in reaching the high- est attainable point in any one of these by ...
... feeling and fancy of the poet , the ear of the musician , and the eye of the artist . In each of these departments of kindred art she might excel , and she is embarrassed in reaching the high- est attainable point in any one of these by ...
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Página 251 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 251 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 392 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 245 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Página 244 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 245 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Página 382 - ... plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim, ere he...
Página 393 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 109 - But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made Were quite frightful to see, — Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me ; And he rose with a sigh, And said, " Can this be ? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour," And he went for that heathen Chinee.
Página 245 - It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's all-gracious King!