Favorite PoemsJ.R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 páginas |
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... close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance , But now ' t is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy . THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM . WAS in the prime of summer time , An evening calm and cool , And four ...
... close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance , But now ' t is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy . THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM . WAS in the prime of summer time , An evening calm and cool , And four ...
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... close , And fixed the brazen hasp : " O 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 mead , And past a shady nook , · And ...
... close , And fixed the brazen hasp : " O 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 mead , And past a shady nook , · And ...
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... close , But stared aghast at sleep : For Sin had rendered unto her The keys of hell to keep ! " All night I lay in agony , From weary chime to chime , With one besetting horrid hint , That racked me all the time ; A mighty yearning ...
... close , But stared aghast at sleep : For Sin had rendered unto her The keys of hell to keep ! " All night I lay in agony , From weary chime to chime , With one besetting horrid hint , That racked me all the time ; A mighty yearning ...
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... close at hand , The hind is browsing near , - And on the larch's lowest bough The ousel whistles clear ; But checks the note Within its throat , As choked with sudden fear ! With sudden fear her wormy quest The thrush abruptly quits ...
... close at hand , The hind is browsing near , - And on the larch's lowest bough The ousel whistles clear ; But checks the note Within its throat , As choked with sudden fear ! With sudden fear her wormy quest The thrush abruptly quits ...
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... Close to the mansion , like domestic broods , Fed with a " shocking tameness . ” The coot was swimming in the reedy pond , Beside the water - hen , so soon affrighted ; And in the weedy moat the heron , fond Of solitude , alighted . The ...
... Close to the mansion , like domestic broods , Fed with a " shocking tameness . ” The coot was swimming in the reedy pond , Beside the water - hen , so soon affrighted ; And in the weedy moat the heron , fond Of solitude , alighted . The ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...