American Familiar VerseBrander Matthews Longmans, Green, and Company, 1904 - 308 หน้า |
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AIREST Arcady Auf wiedersehen Austin Dobson ballad beauty beneath Béranger birds bless bob-o'-link bright brilliancy Caty Caty-did charm chee cheek dance dead dear drink Edmund Clarence Stedman English eyes face fair familiar verse feeling French girl grace gray hair hand happy head heart Heaven Henry Cuyler Bunner here's humor John Godfrey Saxe jolly old pedagogue JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE kiss lady laugh light lips literature Little Jerry living Locker-Lampson long ago look lover maid merry muse never night o'er old house goes once passion Perhaps play poems poetry poets Praed rhyme Robert of Lincoln Rosalie Clare rose round Saxe sentiment sigh sing smile snow social verse song songster of society soul spank Spink sweet talk tell tender thee thing thou thought to-day tone triple qualification vers de société VISIT FROM ST wind wine young youth
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หน้า 111 - THE LAST LEAF I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through Mie town.
หน้า 81 - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
หน้า 70 - White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife. Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee,...
หน้า 95 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard. Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat...
หน้า 80 - Affections are as thoughts to her, the measure of her hours; Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness of young flowers; And lovely passions, changing oft, so fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns, — the idol of past years! Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice in...
หน้า 92 - For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled : His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered; — As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.
หน้า 107 - ... heavy silks are never dear) ; — I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere, — Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare; An easy gait — two, forty-five — Suits me ; I do not care; — Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt...
หน้า 107 - I care not much for gold or land ; — • Give me a mortgage here and there, — Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Or trifling railroad share, — I only ask that Fortune send A little more than I shall spend. Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names ; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo, — But only near St.
หน้า 80 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
หน้า 84 - Insect lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion! Sailor of the atmosphere; Swimmer through the waves of air; Voyager of light and noon; Epicurean of June; Wait, I prithee, tiD I come Within earshot of thy hum, — All without is martyrdom.