Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and EnglishJeannette Leonard Gilder Cassell, 1886 - 683 ˹éÒ |
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... soft sleep we give ourselves away , And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To rosy daybreak , -little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day . We are clean quit of it , as is a ...
... soft sleep we give ourselves away , And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To rosy daybreak , -little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day . We are clean quit of it , as is a ...
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... soft days are sure to bring A tender sadness , with their joy , to all ; For with the new growth , buried memories spring , As once of old , at dread enchantment's call , The dead arose and spake ; how can we sing , Or smile , when ...
... soft days are sure to bring A tender sadness , with their joy , to all ; For with the new growth , buried memories spring , As once of old , at dread enchantment's call , The dead arose and spake ; how can we sing , Or smile , when ...
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... soft hours bring the same sweet pain to all ! AMONG THE LAURELS . The sunset's gorgeous dyes Paled slowly from the skies , And the clear heaven was waiting for the stars , As side by side we strayed Along a sylvan glade , And found our ...
... soft hours bring the same sweet pain to all ! AMONG THE LAURELS . The sunset's gorgeous dyes Paled slowly from the skies , And the clear heaven was waiting for the stars , As side by side we strayed Along a sylvan glade , And found our ...
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... soft voice , in the dear old way : " The utmost wonder is this , -I hear And see you , and love you , and kiss you , dear ; “ And am your angel , who was your bride , And know that , though dead , I have never died . ” A HOME SONG . The ...
... soft voice , in the dear old way : " The utmost wonder is this , -I hear And see you , and love you , and kiss you , dear ; “ And am your angel , who was your bride , And know that , though dead , I have never died . ” A HOME SONG . The ...
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... soft blue air Than in the still water she shows ! Dost thou not go with as brave a show , And , sooth , with as swelling a state ? Oh , come into harbor with that thou bear'st , Dear ship - for I eagerly wait . Fair ship ! -ah , Kate ...
... soft blue air Than in the still water she shows ! Dost thou not go with as brave a show , And , sooth , with as swelling a state ? Oh , come into harbor with that thou bear'st , Dear ship - for I eagerly wait . Fair ship ! -ah , Kate ...
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Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and English Jeannette Leonard Gilder ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and English Jeannette Leonard Gilder ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
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˹éÒ 421 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
˹éÒ 325 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
˹éÒ 421 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
˹éÒ 28 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children; Come children, come down! The hoarse wind blows coldly; Lights shine in the town.
˹éÒ 25 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away. This way, this way. Call her once before you go. Call once yet. In a voice that she will know : "Margaret! Margaret!
˹éÒ 423 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
˹éÒ 90 - And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
˹éÒ 610 - And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side ; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride, ' We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! We have won great glory, my men ! And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die — does it matter when?
˹éÒ 328 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
˹éÒ 326 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving...