The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volumen 3Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1891 |
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... pain or sin ? Ne'er to have known in all the calm , bright days , The jar and fret of earth's discordant din ? Thy brothers -- they are mortal — they must tread Oft times in rough , hard ways , with bleeding feet ; Must fight with ...
... pain or sin ? Ne'er to have known in all the calm , bright days , The jar and fret of earth's discordant din ? Thy brothers -- they are mortal — they must tread Oft times in rough , hard ways , with bleeding feet ; Must fight with ...
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... pain . Where the chance - seed Is piously nursed , Brighter succeed In the path of the first.- One sighs to the Muse , Or the sweet nightingale , One sips the night - dews Which moonbeams exhale . All this is a fiction ; I never could ...
... pain . Where the chance - seed Is piously nursed , Brighter succeed In the path of the first.- One sighs to the Muse , Or the sweet nightingale , One sips the night - dews Which moonbeams exhale . All this is a fiction ; I never could ...
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... pain opprest , Seek not vain hope , or sour complaint , To cheer or ease thy breast : But view thy bitterest pangs ... pains ; And Saints are lower'd that the world may rise . -Isaac . VALENTINE . Valentine ! the name is good ; For it ...
... pain opprest , Seek not vain hope , or sour complaint , To cheer or ease thy breast : But view thy bitterest pangs ... pains ; And Saints are lower'd that the world may rise . -Isaac . VALENTINE . Valentine ! the name is good ; For it ...
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... pain : The fever of woe and want The fever of greed and gain , —— And the stars are reeling in heaven — And the great sea moans for her slain . In the stillness of my life , I hear the tramp afar Of the armies marching , Under the ...
... pain : The fever of woe and want The fever of greed and gain , —— And the stars are reeling in heaven — And the great sea moans for her slain . In the stillness of my life , I hear the tramp afar Of the armies marching , Under the ...
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... pain and dark- ness of despair . No ray of light - no dawn of love to pierce our darkness dreary , — And in the weary round of toil is none to heed our prayer . " Six thousand years have passed , and we in hope were ever waiting ...
... pain and dark- ness of despair . No ray of light - no dawn of love to pierce our darkness dreary , — And in the weary round of toil is none to heed our prayer . " Six thousand years have passed , and we in hope were ever waiting ...
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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.