The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... heaven , All's right with the world . " -BROWNING : Pippa Passes . The solutions they offer you are not worldly pay or success , not freedom from pain or work , but beauty - like the dawn of a sweet May morning : and peace - like waters ...
... heaven , All's right with the world . " -BROWNING : Pippa Passes . The solutions they offer you are not worldly pay or success , not freedom from pain or work , but beauty - like the dawn of a sweet May morning : and peace - like waters ...
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... Heaven in you ; And Heaven , which loves to lean down and to glass Its beauty in each dewdrop on the grass , - Heaven laughed to find your face so pure and fair , And left , O little child , its reflex there . WILLIAM CANTON . ÉTUDE ...
... Heaven in you ; And Heaven , which loves to lean down and to glass Its beauty in each dewdrop on the grass , - Heaven laughed to find your face so pure and fair , And left , O little child , its reflex there . WILLIAM CANTON . ÉTUDE ...
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... Heaven see meet , An angel's lips to kiss , we think , A baby's feet . Like rose - hued sea - flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet . No flower - bells that expand and shrink ...
... Heaven see meet , An angel's lips to kiss , we think , A baby's feet . Like rose - hued sea - flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet . No flower - bells that expand and shrink ...
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... Heaven . JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN . THE ANGEL'S WHISPER . [ In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is " talking with angels . " ] A BABY was sleeping ; Its mother was weeping ; For her husband was far ...
... Heaven . JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN . THE ANGEL'S WHISPER . [ In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is " talking with angels . " ] A BABY was sleeping ; Its mother was weeping ; For her husband was far ...
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... Heaven . JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN . THE ANGEL'S WHISPER . [ In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is “ talking with angels . ” ] A BABY was sleeping ; Its mother was weeping ; For her husband was far ...
... Heaven . JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN . THE ANGEL'S WHISPER . [ In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is “ talking with angels . ” ] A BABY was sleeping ; Its mother was weeping ; For her husband was far ...
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The World's Best Poetry ... John Vance Cheney,Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts,Charles Francis Richardson,Francis Hovey Stoddard,John Raymond Howard Sin vista previa disponible - 1904 |
Términos y frases comunes
ain fireside Alice Cary artistic auld lang syne Baby Baby Bell Bell Ben Bolt Beware birds blessed bliss BLISS CARMAN Blynken Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brown CALLIMACHUS CASSIUS child dear delight doth dream earth EDWARD SANFORD eyes face fair feel feet flowers Friendship give grow hair hand happy head hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW industrial arts JEAN INGELOW John KALIDASA kiss knot of blue laugh light lips literature little birdie live looks love of beauty Max and Maurice mee-ow merry mind morning mother never night o'er play pleasure poetry poets ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rose round rug-maker sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Struwwelpeter sweet tears thee There's things thou thought tinkle tree truth voice weary wild WILLIAM wind words young youth
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Página 237 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página lxvi - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown: May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Página lxviii - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise, — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Página lxi - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay.
Página 247 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Página 11 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Página 1 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 208 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace...
Página lxv - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Página 167 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters...