The Last Poems of Alice and Phoebe CaryHurd and Houghton, 1874 - Počet stran: 306 |
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Bethy birds blessed blushing bright Carmia cheek child clouds cold cried cruel sea darkness darling dead dear death door doth Dovecote Mill dreams edge of doom eyes face fair fast father fear feet flowers glad golden grandam gray green grows hair hand hath head hear heart hills hour house of leaves idlesse kiss knee lady land leaves light live look Lord lover maid maiden Mill grinds morn Muse never night o'er PHOEBE CARY plain Swift poor praise rose round saint Saint Macarius shadows shadows fall shining sight sing sleep smile snow soft softly song soul stir summer sunshine sweet tears tender THADDEUS STEVENS thee things thou thought to-day trembling Twas wait weary wife wild winds winter road Wren
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Strana 72 - TRUE worth is in being, not seeming, In doing each day that goes by, Some little good, — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by.
Strana 225 - ... the brightness Which his voice and presence lent; And he felt the sunshine come and go As Peter came and went. And now, as the day was sinking, And the winds began to rise, The mother looked from her door again, Shading her anxious eyes; And saw the shadows deepen, And birds to their homes come back, But never a sign of Peter Along the level track, But she said, " He will come at morning, So I need not fret or grieve — Though it isn't like my boy at all To stay without my leave.
Strana 226 - But where was the child delaying ? On the homeward way was he, ' And across the dike while the sun was up An hour above the sea. He was stopping now to gather flowers, Now listening to the sound, ID As the angry waters dashed themselves Against their narrow bound.
Strana 72 - There's nothing so kingly as kindness And nothing so royal as truth. We get back our mete, as we measure. We cannot do wrong and feel right, Nor can we give pain, and gain pleasure, For justice avenges each slight. The air for the wing of the sparrow, The bush for the robin and wren, But always the path that is narrow And, straight for the children of men.
Strana 249 - And never a man afraid ; When sudden the enemy opened fire From his deadly ambuscade. Each man fell flat on the bottom Of the boat ; and the captain said : " If we lie here, we all are captured, And the first who moves is dead !" Then out spoke a negro sailor, No slavish soul had he : " Somebody's got to die, boys, And it might as well be me...
Strana 227 - So, faintly calling and crying Till the sun is under the sea; Crying and moaning till the stars Come out for company; He thinks of his brother and sister, Asleep in their safe warm bed; He thinks of his father and mother, Of himself as dying — and dead; And of how, when the night is over, They must come and find him at last : But he never thinks he can leave the place Where duty holds him fast. The good dame in the cottage Is up and astir with the light, For the thought of her little Peter Has...
Strana 303 - Why wither in thy first sweet prime ? Why didst thou die so soon ? For looking backward through my tears On thee, and on my wasted years, I cannot choose but say, If thou hadst lived to be my guide, Or thou hadst lived and I had died, 'T were better far to-day.
Strana 73 - We cannot make bargains for blisses, Nor catch them like fishes in nets; And sometimes the thing our life misses Helps more than the thing which it gets. For good lieth not in pursuing, Nor gaining of great nor of small, But just in the doing, and doing As we would be done by, is all. Through envy, through malice, through hating, Against the world, early and late, No jot of our courage abating — Our part is to work and to wait. And slight is the...
Strana 226 - I know why you fret and chafe ; You would like to spoil our lands and homes ; But our sluices keep you safe...
Strana 228 - she cries ; " my darling ! " And the startled father hears, And comes and looks the way she looks, And fears the tiling she fears : Till a glad shout from the bearers Thrills the stricken man and wife — " Give thanks, for your son has saved our land, And God has saved his life...