The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volumen 3Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1891 |
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... Dead Worker . Since Our Souls Crossed . A Song to Cool my Lady . To Youth . After Death in Arabia . BELL , ORELIA Key . Maid and Matron . HEWITT , JOHN H. The American Boy . The Mountains . Song of the American Girl . The Lake Spirit's ...
... Dead Worker . Since Our Souls Crossed . A Song to Cool my Lady . To Youth . After Death in Arabia . BELL , ORELIA Key . Maid and Matron . HEWITT , JOHN H. The American Boy . The Mountains . Song of the American Girl . The Lake Spirit's ...
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... Dead Camellia . Come for Arbutus . An Interview with the Spring Wind . A Burial Ode . Quotation . STEVENS , SARAH J. D. A Firelight Dream . Premonition . To a Star . MANVILLE , Marion . Little Jack Two - Sticks . August . Recompense ...
... Dead Camellia . Come for Arbutus . An Interview with the Spring Wind . A Burial Ode . Quotation . STEVENS , SARAH J. D. A Firelight Dream . Premonition . To a Star . MANVILLE , Marion . Little Jack Two - Sticks . August . Recompense ...
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... Dead . Frae Robbie's Cot . The Little Boy That Went Away . Dinna Gae Oot Frae the Farm . MORRIS , SARAH LOUISE . My Guest . An Impromptu . At My Window . True Royalty . Leaves . 412 Marion E. Clapp . 417 POWELL , E. P. Orin Root . 419 ...
... Dead . Frae Robbie's Cot . The Little Boy That Went Away . Dinna Gae Oot Frae the Farm . MORRIS , SARAH LOUISE . My Guest . An Impromptu . At My Window . True Royalty . Leaves . 412 Marion E. Clapp . 417 POWELL , E. P. Orin Root . 419 ...
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... dead , And fierce Apollyon face to face must meet . I , who would give my very life for theirs , I cannot save them from earth's pain or loss ; I cannot shield them from its griefs or cares ; Each human heart must bear alone its cross ...
... dead , And fierce Apollyon face to face must meet . I , who would give my very life for theirs , I cannot save them from earth's pain or loss ; I cannot shield them from its griefs or cares ; Each human heart must bear alone its cross ...
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... dead of night , And then we all at dawn of day Lay down like cattle by the way ; The pangs of hunger and of thirst Were rending us like things accursed ; A comrade shouted at my back , " Come , open up your haversack . " Each spread his ...
... dead of night , And then we all at dawn of day Lay down like cattle by the way ; The pangs of hunger and of thirst Were rending us like things accursed ; A comrade shouted at my back , " Come , open up your haversack . " Each spread his ...
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The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volumen 4,Número 4 Charles Wells Moulton Vista completa - 1892 |
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Página 245 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;" Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel...
Página 245 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Página 111 - Where'er he sees a smile too bright, Or heart too pure for taint and vice, He bears it to that world of light, To dwell in Paradise. Born...
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 384 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood : Though I go bare, take ye no care ; I nothing am a-cold : I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old.
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.