Gems of Genius in Poetry and Art: From the Kings and Queens of Thought : and Including Many Prose Selections, a Biographical Index of Authors, Etc |
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... deep for swift telling ; and yet , my one 66 lover " ......... Childe Hassam ............... Cowee ......... ... " O bonny brown sons , and O sweet little daugh- ..... 63 ters " .............. .......... RIP'S RETURN TO HIS ...
... deep for swift telling ; and yet , my one 66 lover " ......... Childe Hassam ............... Cowee ......... ... " O bonny brown sons , and O sweet little daugh- ..... 63 ters " .............. .......... RIP'S RETURN TO HIS ...
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... deep grass , The whispering of wind - smote sheaves , Low lapping of long lily leaves , Red morns and purple - mooned eves . The king was weary of his part , The king was tired of his crown ; He looked across the rainy land , Across the ...
... deep grass , The whispering of wind - smote sheaves , Low lapping of long lily leaves , Red morns and purple - mooned eves . The king was weary of his part , The king was tired of his crown ; He looked across the rainy land , Across the ...
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... Deep and still , that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem As the river of a dream . Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O , thou child of many prayers ! Life hath ...
... Deep and still , that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem As the river of a dream . Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O , thou child of many prayers ! Life hath ...
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... deep- Too deep for swift telling ; and yet , my one lover , I've conned thee an answer , it waits thee to- night . " By the sycamore passed he , and through the white clover ; Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight ; But ...
... deep- Too deep for swift telling ; and yet , my one lover , I've conned thee an answer , it waits thee to- night . " By the sycamore passed he , and through the white clover ; Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight ; But ...
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... DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn , Far from the fiery noon , and eve's one star , Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass , But where the dead leaf fell , there did it rest . A ...
... DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn , Far from the fiery noon , and eve's one star , Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass , But where the dead leaf fell , there did it rest . A ...
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GEMS OF GENIUS IN POETRY & ART Frederick 1807-1902 Saunders, Ed,Minnie K. Joint Ed Davis No preview available - 2016 |
GEMS OF GENIUS IN POETRY & ART Frederick 1807-1902 Saunders, Ed,Minnie K. Joint Ed Davis No preview available - 2016 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fall fear flowers glory glow golden grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour kiss land leaves light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON love's morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain prayer RICHARD HENRY STODDARD ring rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thought trees Twas voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM SHAKSPERE wind wings young youth
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Page 503 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 504 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 376 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 275 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. 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.
Page 270 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
Page 81 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee, And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling...
Page 77 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal! " Oh but for one short hour, — A respite, however brief! No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief! A little weeping would ease my heart; But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Page 150 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 81 - In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me. Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee : But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than...
Page 665 - And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen — Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale...