The Magazine of Poetry, Volume 3Charles Wells Moulton, 1891 - Poetry |
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... keep ; An ' little Orphant Annie says , when the blaze is blue , An ' the lamp - wick sputters , an ' the wind goes Woo - oo ! An ' you hear the crickets quit , an ' the moon is gray An ' the lightnin ' - bugs in dew is all squenched ...
... keep ; An ' little Orphant Annie says , when the blaze is blue , An ' the lamp - wick sputters , an ' the wind goes Woo - oo ! An ' you hear the crickets quit , an ' the moon is gray An ' the lightnin ' - bugs in dew is all squenched ...
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... keeping time as one . To - day they stand abreast and strong , who stood as foes of yore , The world leaps up to bless their feet , Heaven scat- ters blessings o'er ; Their robes are wrought of gleaming gold , their wings are Freedom's ...
... keeping time as one . To - day they stand abreast and strong , who stood as foes of yore , The world leaps up to bless their feet , Heaven scat- ters blessings o'er ; Their robes are wrought of gleaming gold , their wings are Freedom's ...
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... keep our forty days of fast ! " I wakened , and my thoughts went back , To rummage through my haversack . A weary march , a hopeless fight , A sad retreat at dead of night , And then we all at dawn of day Lay down like cattle by the way ...
... keep our forty days of fast ! " I wakened , and my thoughts went back , To rummage through my haversack . A weary march , a hopeless fight , A sad retreat at dead of night , And then we all at dawn of day Lay down like cattle by the way ...
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... Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene , - one step enough for me . I was not ever thus , nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on . I loved to choose and see my path , but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day ...
... Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene , - one step enough for me . I was not ever thus , nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on . I loved to choose and see my path , but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day ...
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... keeps thee from thy God . -The Dream of Gerontius . GREECE . From thee the glorious preacher came , With soul of zeal and lips of flame , A court's stern martyr - guest ; And thine , O inexhaustive race ! Was Nazianzen's Heaven - taught ...
... keeps thee from thy God . -The Dream of Gerontius . GREECE . From thee the glorious preacher came , With soul of zeal and lips of flame , A court's stern martyr - guest ; And thine , O inexhaustive race ! Was Nazianzen's Heaven - taught ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.