The Magazine of Poetry, Volumen3Charles Wells Moulton, 1891 |
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... Thou hast swept over mountain and sea , Dost thou bear on thy swift , glad wings The breath of my love to me ? Hast thou kissed her warm , sweet lips ? Or tangled her soft brown hair ? Or fluttered the fragrant heart Of the rose she ...
... Thou hast swept over mountain and sea , Dost thou bear on thy swift , glad wings The breath of my love to me ? Hast thou kissed her warm , sweet lips ? Or tangled her soft brown hair ? Or fluttered the fragrant heart Of the rose she ...
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... thou , And I the Clay at thy feet ! ----- The butterfly hovers about thee ; The brown bee kisses thy lips ; And the humming - bird , reckless rover , Their marvelous sweetness sips . The sunshine hastes to caress thee Flying on pinions ...
... thou , And I the Clay at thy feet ! ----- The butterfly hovers about thee ; The brown bee kisses thy lips ; And the humming - bird , reckless rover , Their marvelous sweetness sips . The sunshine hastes to caress thee Flying on pinions ...
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Dost thou count time as we do , year by year ? And what of all earth's changes hast thou known ? Thou hadst not learned to love me . Didst thou take Any small germ of love to Heaven with thee , That thou hast watched and nurtured for my ...
Dost thou count time as we do , year by year ? And what of all earth's changes hast thou known ? Thou hadst not learned to love me . Didst thou take Any small germ of love to Heaven with thee , That thou hast watched and nurtured for my ...
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... Thou who art fairer than the fair To - day That I have held so dear , and loved so much When , slow descending from the hills divine , Thou summonest me to join thee on thy way , Let me not shrink nor tremble at thy touch , Nor fear to ...
... Thou who art fairer than the fair To - day That I have held so dear , and loved so much When , slow descending from the hills divine , Thou summonest me to join thee on thy way , Let me not shrink nor tremble at thy touch , Nor fear to ...
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... thou for eulogy ? Antietam ! Lo our lines fall back ! " Give us a man , " they cry , “ A man , a man , " and " Little Mack " Came riding in the whirlwind's track ; He brought glad victory . But swift as death to drive the foe , The hero ...
... thou for eulogy ? Antietam ! Lo our lines fall back ! " Give us a man , " they cry , “ A man , a man , " and " Little Mack " Came riding in the whirlwind's track ; He brought glad victory . But swift as death to drive the foe , The hero ...
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Página 249 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 250 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the foil'd searching of mortality; And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure, Didst tread on earth unguess'd at.
Página 242 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 380 - ... laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas...
Página 250 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 243 - 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.
Página 391 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 381 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Página 246 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy ax shall harm it not.
Página 244 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.