Poets of the Younger GenerationJ. Lane, 1902 - 564 էջ |
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... death of that very able writer , Mr. Richard Hovey , made a melancholy gap in my list of " living " poets . Death having , so to speak , called him out of the rank , I have made Mr. Hovey's portrait the frontispiece of this volume . A ...
... death of that very able writer , Mr. Richard Hovey , made a melancholy gap in my list of " living " poets . Death having , so to speak , called him out of the rank , I have made Mr. Hovey's portrait the frontispiece of this volume . A ...
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... Death may be call'd in vain , and cannot come ; Tyrants can tie him up from your relief , Nor has a Christian privilege to die . Alas ! thou art too young in thy new faith ; Brutus and Cato might discharge their souls , And give ' em ...
... Death may be call'd in vain , and cannot come ; Tyrants can tie him up from your relief , Nor has a Christian privilege to die . Alas ! thou art too young in thy new faith ; Brutus and Cato might discharge their souls , And give ' em ...
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... Nay , tears avail not , but our love Avails death's terror to remove . Love dies not nor can lovers die ; And though vast worlds between them lie , Th ' intelligencing current thrills From each to each the 30 POETS OF THE YOUNGER ...
... Nay , tears avail not , but our love Avails death's terror to remove . Love dies not nor can lovers die ; And though vast worlds between them lie , Th ' intelligencing current thrills From each to each the 30 POETS OF THE YOUNGER ...
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... death more than absence ? Come , Leave care , ' tis May , and still we are here , And shall be , shall be , many a year , Hearkening these swallows , and without The struck ball , and the echoing shout Of village children at their play ...
... death more than absence ? Come , Leave care , ' tis May , and still we are here , And shall be , shall be , many a year , Hearkening these swallows , and without The struck ball , and the echoing shout Of village children at their play ...
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... death of the hero , it may best be regarded as an epic fragment ; and I do not know that anything more clearly indicative of the true epic faculty has been published of recent years . A great work it is not . It lacks vitality , because ...
... death of the hero , it may best be regarded as an epic fragment ; and I do not know that anything more clearly indicative of the true epic faculty has been published of recent years . A great work it is not . It lacks vitality , because ...
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Էջ 256 - God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Էջ 13 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Էջ 462 - She looked a little wistfully, Then went her sunshine way: — The sea's eye had a mist on it, And the leaves fell from the day. She went her unremembering way, She went, and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be. She left me marvelling why my soul Was sad that she was glad; At all the sadness in the sweet, The sweetness in the sad. Still, still I seemed to see her, still Look up with soft replies, And take the berries with her hand, And the love with her lovely eyes...
Էջ 239 - For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!" But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot; An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please; An' Tommy ain'ta bloomin' fool — you bet that Tommy sees!
Էջ 564 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Էջ 250 - Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o' Steam! To match wi' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the Just - the tail-rods mark the time. The crank-throws give the double-bass, the feed-pump sobs an
Էջ 459 - TO A SNOWFLAKE What heart could have thought you? — Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what Paradisal Imagineless metal, Too costly for cost? Who hammered you, wrought you, From argentine vapor?
Էջ 301 - Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?) Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Էջ 197 - When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away ; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain ; 'Tis paid with sighs a-plenty And sold for endless rue.
Էջ 565 - I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate; For the good are always the...