The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... Roses ; " R. C. Rogers : " The Shadow Rose . " Messrs . CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS , New York.-R. Bridges ( Droch ) : " The Unillumined Verge ; " Mary Mapes Dodge : " The Two Mysteries ; " Julia C. R. Dorr : " Hush " ( After- glow ) . II ...
... Roses ; " R. C. Rogers : " The Shadow Rose . " Messrs . CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS , New York.-R. Bridges ( Droch ) : " The Unillumined Verge ; " Mary Mapes Dodge : " The Two Mysteries ; " Julia C. R. Dorr : " Hush " ( After- glow ) . II ...
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... rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o ' its luve , And , fondly , sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pou'd a rose , Fu ' sweet upon its thorny tree ; And my fause luver stole my rose , But ah ! he left the thorn wi ...
... rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o ' its luve , And , fondly , sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pou'd a rose , Fu ' sweet upon its thorny tree ; And my fause luver stole my rose , But ah ! he left the thorn wi ...
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" The morn is merry June , I trow— The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again . " He turned his charger as he spake , Upon the river shore ; He gave his bridle - rein a shake , Said , " Adieu for ...
" The morn is merry June , I trow— The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again . " He turned his charger as he spake , Upon the river shore ; He gave his bridle - rein a shake , Said , " Adieu for ...
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... faithless husband then me grieved , No chilling fears did me appal . " I rose up with the cheerful morn , No lark more blithe , no flower more gay And like the bird that haunts the thorn , So DISAPPOINTMENT IN LOVE . 41.
... faithless husband then me grieved , No chilling fears did me appal . " I rose up with the cheerful morn , No lark more blithe , no flower more gay And like the bird that haunts the thorn , So DISAPPOINTMENT IN LOVE . 41.
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... rose is pale , the lily ' s dead ; But he , that once their charms so prized , Is sure the cause those charms are ... roses and where lilies vie , To seek a primrose , whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are by ? " Mong rural ...
... rose is pale , the lily ' s dead ; But he , that once their charms so prized , Is sure the cause those charms are ... roses and where lilies vie , To seek a primrose , whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are by ? " Mong rural ...
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angels Annabel Lee Auf wiedersehen beauty behold beneath bird blessed bloom breast breath bright brow calm cheek child cold Cumnor dark days go dead dear death doth dream dying earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair Farewell fear flowers forever friends glory gone grave gray green grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hope hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss light lips live Lochaber look Lord LORD TENNYSON Lycidas Mary morning mother never nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home pain pale peace PIERRE-JEAN DE BÉRANGER Queen rest ROBERT BURNS Robin Adair rose shadow shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tender thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought Vere voice weary weep wild wind
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Página 416 - Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament...
Página 158 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady ! she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Página 416 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 400 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 253 - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes — Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade thro...
Página 224 - But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 197 - OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Página 181 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 224 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?