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The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volumen4,Tema 4
Charles Wells Moulton
Vista completa - 1892
American bear beautiful beneath birds bless blue born Boston breath bright bring brother called close cloth comes dark dead dear death deep dreams early earth eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel field flowers gilt glad gone hand happy hath hear heart heaven hills hope hour human land leaves light living look Lord meet mind Miss morning Nature never night o'er once passed peace play poems poet poetry published rest rose round seems sight sing smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stories summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought town tree true truth turn verse voice volume wait wild wind woods writer written young
Página 32 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Página 31 - In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. " It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Página 4 - mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day!
Página 29 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Página 31 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Página 30 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 106 - tis of Thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring.
Página 106 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song ! Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break,— The sound prolong ! Our fathers...