The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... king of the spiders , the Dirty Old Man Lives busy and dirty as ever he can ; With dirt on his fingers and dirt on his face , For the Dirty Old Man thinks the dirt no dis- grace . From his wig to his shoes , from his coat to his shirt ...
... king of the spiders , the Dirty Old Man Lives busy and dirty as ever he can ; With dirt on his fingers and dirt on his face , For the Dirty Old Man thinks the dirt no dis- grace . From his wig to his shoes , from his coat to his shirt ...
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... king - cup crowned in the meadow ? Wheel me down to the meadow , Down to the little river , In sun or in shadow I shall not dazzle or shiver , I shall be happy anywhere , Every breath of the morning air Makes me throb and quiver . Stay ...
... king - cup crowned in the meadow ? Wheel me down to the meadow , Down to the little river , In sun or in shadow I shall not dazzle or shiver , I shall be happy anywhere , Every breath of the morning air Makes me throb and quiver . Stay ...
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... king , but , waking , no such matter . SHAKESPEARE . KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN . KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN ! the gray dawn is break- ing , The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill ; The lark from her light wing the bright dew is 112 POEMS OF ...
... king , but , waking , no such matter . SHAKESPEARE . KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN . KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN ! the gray dawn is break- ing , The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill ; The lark from her light wing the bright dew is 112 POEMS OF ...
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... , with throe on throe , How , wasted by this woe , I wrestle down the myriad years of Time ! Behold , how fast around me The new King of the happy ones sublime WAIL OF PROMETHEUS BOUND • Has flung the chain he 156 POEMS OF SORROW .
... , with throe on throe , How , wasted by this woe , I wrestle down the myriad years of Time ! Behold , how fast around me The new King of the happy ones sublime WAIL OF PROMETHEUS BOUND • Has flung the chain he 156 POEMS OF SORROW .
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... parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy . JOHN FLETCHER . THE FALL OF CARDINAL WOLSEY . 66 FROM KING HENRY 160 POEMS OF SORROW .
... parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy . JOHN FLETCHER . THE FALL OF CARDINAL WOLSEY . 66 FROM KING HENRY 160 POEMS OF SORROW .
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angels Annabel Lee Auf wiedersehen beauty behold bird blessed bloom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream dying earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fear flowers forever glory gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hope hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss light lips live look Lord LORD TENNYSON Mary morning mother never night o'er old Kentucky home pain pale peace praise pray prayer Queen rest Robin Adair rose shadows shining sigh silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tender thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought voice WASHINGTON GLADDEN weary weep WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind words
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Page 366 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Page 31 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Page 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 143 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 32 - 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, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...