The Toiling of Felix: And Other PoemsC. Scribner's Sons, 1900 - 88 էջ |
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... to me What her sweet type may be , Of woman , old or new . I can't explain the art ; But I know her for my own , Because her lightest tone Wakes an echo in my heart . A NOVEMBER DAISY AFTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom ! Late arrival 74.
... to me What her sweet type may be , Of woman , old or new . I can't explain the art ; But I know her for my own , Because her lightest tone Wakes an echo in my heart . A NOVEMBER DAISY AFTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom ! Late arrival 74.
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And Other Poems Henry Van Dyke. A NOVEMBER DAISY AFTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom ! Late arrival at the feast , Coming ... Blooming late and all alone ? Nay , I wrong you , little flower , Reading mournful mood of mine In your looks , that ...
And Other Poems Henry Van Dyke. A NOVEMBER DAISY AFTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom ! Late arrival at the feast , Coming ... Blooming late and all alone ? Nay , I wrong you , little flower , Reading mournful mood of mine In your looks , that ...
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... blossom of the heart Meaning , beauty , grace unknown , - Blooming late and all alone . - THE RIVER OF DREAMS THE river of dreams runs softly 76.
... blossom of the heart Meaning , beauty , grace unknown , - Blooming late and all alone . - THE RIVER OF DREAMS THE river of dreams runs softly 76.
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Art thou beside birds bless Blooming late bread ceaseless cleave the wood confusion creeping cries dark dawn dear Master divine dreams runs echo eyes fear fill the world flood flows flying gate of sound gift hand Happy kingdom hear heard heart heaven holy human human voice Jesus knew light little boatie little king living things lonely look luck midnight mighty morn moving lips murmur mystic neath never night o'er once pain papyrus pass pilgrim prayer Raise the stone rest REVEILLE River Nile river of dreams rocks rose round round the Mountain second gate seemed Serapion sight silent world sing softly song soul spoke strife temple Thee Thou hast thou shalt find throng tide TOILING OF FELIX tones touch trees tumult unclosed underneath unseen Vainly Vera heard Vera's vision voice of perfect waited wandering waves weary Where's wind words