The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J.D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... bird , — Four angels glorified the place : Wan Pain unveiled her awful face ; Joy , soaring , sang ; Love , brooding , smiled ; Peace laid upon her breast a child . ANNIE R. STILLMAN ( Grace Raymond ) . THE BABY . WHERE did you come ...
... bird , — Four angels glorified the place : Wan Pain unveiled her awful face ; Joy , soaring , sang ; Love , brooding , smiled ; Peace laid upon her breast a child . ANNIE R. STILLMAN ( Grace Raymond ) . THE BABY . WHERE did you come ...
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... birds- Words she has learned to murmur well ? Now he thinks he ' ll go to sleep ! I can see the shadow creep Over ... bird swinging- Swinging the nest where her little one lies . Away out yonder I see a star , — Silvery star with a ...
... birds- Words she has learned to murmur well ? Now he thinks he ' ll go to sleep ! I can see the shadow creep Over ... bird swinging- Swinging the nest where her little one lies . Away out yonder I see a star , — Silvery star with a ...
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... birds and the flowers ? Is this why no word Has ever been heard From this silent baby of ours ? Ah , baby , from out your blue eyes The angel of silence is smiling , - Though silvern hereafter your speech , Your silence is golden 723 22 ...
... birds and the flowers ? Is this why no word Has ever been heard From this silent baby of ours ? Ah , baby , from out your blue eyes The angel of silence is smiling , - Though silvern hereafter your speech , Your silence is golden 723 22 ...
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... birds , the bees , and the flowers . ELLEN BARTLETT CURRIER . " THE HOUSEHOLD SOVEREIGN . " 66 FROM THE HANGING OF THE CRANE . " SEATED I see the two again , But not alone ; they entertain A little angel unaware , With face as round as ...
... birds , the bees , and the flowers . ELLEN BARTLETT CURRIER . " THE HOUSEHOLD SOVEREIGN . " 66 FROM THE HANGING OF THE CRANE . " SEATED I see the two again , But not alone ; they entertain A little angel unaware , With face as round as ...
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... bird that rings the air , — ( The door ! the door ! he ' ll tumble down the stair ! ) Thou darling of thy sire ! ( Why , Jane , he'll set his pinafore afire ! ) Thou imp of mirth and joy ! In love's dear chain so bright a link , Thou ...
... bird that rings the air , — ( The door ! the door ! he ' ll tumble down the stair ! ) Thou darling of thy sire ! ( Why , Jane , he'll set his pinafore afire ! ) Thou imp of mirth and joy ! In love's dear chain so bright a link , Thou ...
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ain fireside auld auld lang syne baby Baby Bell bairn beauty Bell Ben Bolt birds bless bliss BLISS CARMAN blue Blynken Bouillabaisse breast breath bright BRUTUS Caldon Low CASSIUS child dear delight doth dreams earth EDWARD LEAR eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers frae friendship girl grow hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JEAN INGELOW JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss kittens laugh life's light lips live looks maid mee-ow merry moon morning mother never night o'er play poetry poets ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rose round shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sweet tears thee There's things thou thought tree twinkle voice weary whisper WILLIAM WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind wings wish words young youth
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Page 182 - The time has come,' the Walrus said, ' To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing wax Of cabbages - and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings.
Page 382 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 96 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Page 85 - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 356 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Page 75 - And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay.
Page 74 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Page 73 - Thus Nature spake — the work was done; — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 317 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year ; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 267 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...