The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, 1권Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1889 |
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... forces of our civilization . The man behind the Century Magazine has done a great deal for America . He can do a great deal more . M. T. A THOUGHT . ONCE , looking from a window on HOUGHTON, GEORGE Charles Wells Moulton ΙΟ.
... forces of our civilization . The man behind the Century Magazine has done a great deal for America . He can do a great deal more . M. T. A THOUGHT . ONCE , looking from a window on HOUGHTON, GEORGE Charles Wells Moulton ΙΟ.
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... Once in each age , to keep the world in tune He strikes a note sublime . Nor late , nor soon , A god - like soul , — music and passion's birth , — Vibrates across the discord of the earth And sets the world aright . O , these are they ...
... Once in each age , to keep the world in tune He strikes a note sublime . Nor late , nor soon , A god - like soul , — music and passion's birth , — Vibrates across the discord of the earth And sets the world aright . O , these are they ...
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... once and turned toward dark , - Above the distant , wavering line of trees that filed Along the horizon's edge ; Like hooded monks that hark Through evening air The call to prayer ; · Smiled once , and faded slow , slow , slow away ...
... once and turned toward dark , - Above the distant , wavering line of trees that filed Along the horizon's edge ; Like hooded monks that hark Through evening air The call to prayer ; · Smiled once , and faded slow , slow , slow away ...
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... and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost , OLD IRELAND . FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty , Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother , Once a queen , now lean and tatter'd seated on WALT WHITMAN . 17.
... and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost , OLD IRELAND . FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty , Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother , Once a queen , now lean and tatter'd seated on WALT WHITMAN . 17.
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Charles Wells Moulton. Once a queen , now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground , Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd ... once full of passion and beauty , all else I notice not , Nor stillness so cold , nor running water from faucet ...
Charles Wells Moulton. Once a queen , now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground , Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd ... once full of passion and beauty , all else I notice not , Nor stillness so cold , nor running water from faucet ...
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103 페이지 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
21 페이지 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
17 페이지 - O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills...
85 페이지 - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
103 페이지 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
360 페이지 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
22 페이지 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
21 페이지 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
58 페이지 - So farre, so fast the eygre drave. The heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet: The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee.
58 페이지 - And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.