The Magic Carpet: Poems for Travelers Selected by Mrs. Waldo Richards...Houghton Mifflin, 1924 - 510 |
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Strona xiv
... Waves of Breffny , " from The One and the Many , by Eva Gore- Booth ( also to Miss Gore - Booth personally ) ; and " Ballade of his Own Country , " from Poetical Works of Andrew Lang . To Erskine MacDonald , Ltd. , London , and to Mr ...
... Waves of Breffny , " from The One and the Many , by Eva Gore- Booth ( also to Miss Gore - Booth personally ) ; and " Ballade of his Own Country , " from Poetical Works of Andrew Lang . To Erskine MacDonald , Ltd. , London , and to Mr ...
Strona xxi
... Waves of Breffny , " from The One and the Many , by Eva Gore- Booth ( also to Miss Gore - Booth personally ) ; and " Ballade of his Own Country , " from Poetical Works of Andrew Lang . To Erskine MacDonald , Ltd. , London , and to Mr ...
... Waves of Breffny , " from The One and the Many , by Eva Gore- Booth ( also to Miss Gore - Booth personally ) ; and " Ballade of his Own Country , " from Poetical Works of Andrew Lang . To Erskine MacDonald , Ltd. , London , and to Mr ...
Strona xxiv
... Waves of Breffny . Eva Gore - Booth In Remembrance of Cork . Norreys Jephson O'Conor Song of Ballyshannon . Jeanne Robert Foster Blarney Castle . Samuel Lover . 118 · . 121 • . 121 . 122 € 123 124 . · 125 . 125 . 128 O'Connell Bridge ...
... Waves of Breffny . Eva Gore - Booth In Remembrance of Cork . Norreys Jephson O'Conor Song of Ballyshannon . Jeanne Robert Foster Blarney Castle . Samuel Lover . 118 · . 121 • . 121 . 122 € 123 124 . · 125 . 125 . 128 O'Connell Bridge ...
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... waves turn cruel as hate and white as a shroud , But to - night the sombre sweetness of sea and sky Is hushed as the touch of your lips when we said good - bye . AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR NIGHT OF STARS THE sky immense , bejewelled with ...
... waves turn cruel as hate and white as a shroud , But to - night the sombre sweetness of sea and sky Is hushed as the touch of your lips when we said good - bye . AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR NIGHT OF STARS THE sky immense , bejewelled with ...
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... waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar . - Thy shores are empires , changed in all save thee Assyria , Greece , Rome , Carthage , what are they ? Thy waters wash'd them power while they were free , And many a ...
... waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar . - Thy shores are empires , changed in all save thee Assyria , Greece , Rome , Carthage , what are they ? Thy waters wash'd them power while they were free , And many a ...
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Aberdovey Arthur Guiterman Ballad Ballyshannon beauty bells beneath bird blue Bouillabaisse breath bright brown burning Carcassonne clouds cold dark dead dear deep Don John dream earth Eilidh England eyes fair feet flowers France gleams gold golden gray green grey hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highland hills holy James Elroy Flecker Jeanne JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER John of Austria Kerry King land light London Lord LORD BYRON Mary Messrs mist morning mountains never night o'er peace Poems purple Queen rain Rhine river Robert Robert Hillyer Rome rose round sail Saint shining ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars Street sunset sweet thee there's thine Thomas Thomas Bailey Aldrich tower town trees Twas voice W. M. Letts waves wild William WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder
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Strona 94 - BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Strona xxi - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Strona 237 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Strona 14 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow!
Strona 95 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Strona 139 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Strona 82 - Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Strona 114 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Strona 280 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Strona 269 - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung.