Favorite PoemsJ.R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 pages |
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... loves to coil . Alone he works , - his ringing blows Have banished bird and beast ; The hind and fawn have cantered off A hundred yards at least ; And on the maple's lofty top The linnet's song has THE ELM - TREE . 333.
... loves to coil . Alone he works , - his ringing blows Have banished bird and beast ; The hind and fawn have cantered off A hundred yards at least ; And on the maple's lofty top The linnet's song has THE ELM - TREE . 333.
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... ringing axe Must sound the ringing knell ; When elm or oak Have felt the stroke , My turn it is to fell ! " No passive , unregarded tree , A senseless thing of wood , Wherein the sluggish sap ascends To swell the vernal bud , But ...
... ringing axe Must sound the ringing knell ; When elm or oak Have felt the stroke , My turn it is to fell ! " No passive , unregarded tree , A senseless thing of wood , Wherein the sluggish sap ascends To swell the vernal bud , But ...
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... stiff , That on a stone , as silently and stilly , Stood , an apparent sentinel , as if To guard the water - lily . No sound was heard , except , from far away , The ringing of the whitwall's shrilly laughter , Or , THE HAUNTED HOUSE . 51.
... stiff , That on a stone , as silently and stilly , Stood , an apparent sentinel , as if To guard the water - lily . No sound was heard , except , from far away , The ringing of the whitwall's shrilly laughter , Or , THE HAUNTED HOUSE . 51.
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Thomas Hood. The ringing of the whitwall's shrilly laughter , Or , now and then , the chatter of the jay , That echo murmured after . But echo never mocked the human tongue ; Some weighty crime , that Heaven could not pardon , A secret ...
Thomas Hood. The ringing of the whitwall's shrilly laughter , Or , now and then , the chatter of the jay , That echo murmured after . But echo never mocked the human tongue ; Some weighty crime , that Heaven could not pardon , A secret ...
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avenue Where lofty Band banner Beneath breath brood brow busy bees cloud of fear cold dappled dark dead death door dream dreary drooping birch earth echo EUGENE ARAM eyes fair fell fingers weary flitted ghostly grim groan gusset heaps of leaves heart heaven hid the murdered hollow hook to reap horrid hung a cloud hung the shadow Illustrated labor light lofty elms abound lonesome wood moan moth mould mystery the spirit mystic never night nook O'er OSGOOD pickaxe place is haunted plain as whisper quake ragged remember The house rugged bark rugged trunk sad and solemn scythe to mow Seam seemed sense of mystery shady avenue shape Shirt sigh silent solemn sound sometimes murmured overhead sometimes underground Song soul spirit daunted sprite stir stitch stroke sudden fear sunbeam sylvan tears thistle thrush VEST-POCKET SERIES voice walk wall weary and worn Work-work wretched
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Page 62 - 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.
Page 78 - Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours!
Page 67 - 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!
Page 60 - Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity.
Page 59 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!
Page 79 - Ines had always, for me, an inexpressible charm : O saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down. And rob the world of rest...
Page 66 - Work — work — work! My labor never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags, That shattered roof — and this naked floor • A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there!
Page 57 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Page 13 - TWAS in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool.
Page 14 - God, could I so close my mind, And clasp it with a clasp ! " Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took; Now up the mead, then down the...