The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 3Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1891 - American poetry |
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... born at Greenfield , Indiana . His exact age he leaves his best friends to guess . Were you to ask him he would perhaps tell you that he is this side of forty . Which side is of little matter , for he will never grow old . His boyhood ...
... born at Greenfield , Indiana . His exact age he leaves his best friends to guess . Were you to ask him he would perhaps tell you that he is this side of forty . Which side is of little matter , for he will never grow old . His boyhood ...
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... born of pride that blooms against the sky : And so it is I know my heart will gladly welcome you , My lowliest of lovers , when my dreams come true . WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE . A SONG . I. WHEN my dreams come true when my dreams come ...
... born of pride that blooms against the sky : And so it is I know my heart will gladly welcome you , My lowliest of lovers , when my dreams come true . WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE . A SONG . I. WHEN my dreams come true when my dreams come ...
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... born in New York City , May 14 , 1840. The play - ground of his boyhood was the Bowery of the great metropolis , which at that time probably possessed more to nurture the poetical faculties than it seems to have at present . He was ...
... born in New York City , May 14 , 1840. The play - ground of his boyhood was the Bowery of the great metropolis , which at that time probably possessed more to nurture the poetical faculties than it seems to have at present . He was ...
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... born in Charleston , S. C. , in 1825 , Mrs. Dorr , like so many other famous Americans , may be properly called a child of New England . Her mother was the daughter of French refugees from San Domingo , but died when Mrs. Dorr was but a ...
... born in Charleston , S. C. , in 1825 , Mrs. Dorr , like so many other famous Americans , may be properly called a child of New England . Her mother was the daughter of French refugees from San Domingo , but died when Mrs. Dorr was but a ...
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... born flares round the shield of Mars , And set against the Stars and Stripes the flashing Stars and Bars . ' Twas Albert Sidney Johnston led the columns of the Gray , Like Hector on the plains of Troy his presence fired 22 THE MAGAZINE ...
... born flares round the shield of Mars , And set against the Stars and Stripes the flashing Stars and Bars . ' Twas Albert Sidney Johnston led the columns of the Gray , Like Hector on the plains of Troy his presence fired 22 THE MAGAZINE ...
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Page 245 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;" Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel...
Page 245 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Page 111 - Where'er he sees a smile too bright, Or heart too pure for taint and vice, He bears it to that world of light, To dwell in Paradise. Born...
Page 251 - 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.
Page 384 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood : Though I go bare, take ye no care ; I nothing am a-cold : I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old.
Page 245 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 244 - 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 245 - 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 382 - ... plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I 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...
Page 393 - 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.