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... breath in sips of rare perfume , As in thy downy lap of clover - bloom I nestle like a drowsy child , and dose The lazy hours away . The zephyr throws The shifting JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Portrait by Marceau & Power, Indianapolis,
... breath in sips of rare perfume , As in thy downy lap of clover - bloom I nestle like a drowsy child , and dose The lazy hours away . The zephyr throws The shifting JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Portrait by Marceau & Power, Indianapolis,
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... breath unheard Mother clasps it to her breast ! A BIRD'S CAROL . OVER a little leaf - strewn mound A bird alights and sings ; Wild rapture from its heart outpours , Then heavenward it springs , As if the glad soul of the child Who ...
... breath unheard Mother clasps it to her breast ! A BIRD'S CAROL . OVER a little leaf - strewn mound A bird alights and sings ; Wild rapture from its heart outpours , Then heavenward it springs , As if the glad soul of the child Who ...
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... breath of my love to me ? Hast thou kissed her warm , sweet lips ? Or tangled her soft brown hair ? Or fluttered the fragrant heart Of the rose she loves to wear ? O sun that goes down in the West , Hast thou seen my love to - day , As ...
... breath of my love to me ? Hast thou kissed her warm , sweet lips ? Or tangled her soft brown hair ? Or fluttered the fragrant heart Of the rose she loves to wear ? O sun that goes down in the West , Hast thou seen my love to - day , As ...
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... dawn of another day ! " And sometime , love , it may be , I shall whisper under my breath : " The happiest hour of my life , dear , Is this the hour of my death ! " - PEACE . O beautiful one , my Country , Thou 18 THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY .
... dawn of another day ! " And sometime , love , it may be , I shall whisper under my breath : " The happiest hour of my life , dear , Is this the hour of my death ! " - PEACE . O beautiful one , my Country , Thou 18 THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY .
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... breath ; That shares its crust in joy , or wrack , From that old army haversack . IF I SHOULD SEE THE KING GO BY . IF I should see the King go by With all his retinue , In ' broidered robes of red and gold , And gems of many a hue ...
... breath ; That shares its crust in joy , or wrack , From that old army haversack . IF I SHOULD SEE THE KING GO BY . IF I should see the King go by With all his retinue , In ' broidered robes of red and gold , And gems of many a hue ...
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Page 239 - 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, Since God is marching on.
Page 246 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 109 - 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 245 - 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 354 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
Page 239 - 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 238 - 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 236 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 239 - 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 363 - 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.