The Poetry Cure: A Pocket Medicine Chest of VerseRobert Haven Schauffler Dodd, Mead, 1925 - 414 pages |
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... Heaven , " by Ralph Hodgson . " Laugh and Be Merry " from COLLECTED POEMS , by John Masefield . " Let me Live Out My Years " from THE QUEST , by John G. Neihardt . " From Captain Craig " from COLLECTED POEMS , by Edwin Arlington ...
... Heaven , " by Ralph Hodgson . " Laugh and Be Merry " from COLLECTED POEMS , by John Masefield . " Let me Live Out My Years " from THE QUEST , by John G. Neihardt . " From Captain Craig " from COLLECTED POEMS , by Edwin Arlington ...
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... heaven- All's right with the world ! " 1 your bloodshot eye may possibly peer about for the first lethal weapon handy . You are so constituted that , when in the depths , you do not want a poem of escape . But tastes differ . I know an ...
... heaven- All's right with the world ! " 1 your bloodshot eye may possibly peer about for the first lethal weapon handy . You are so constituted that , when in the depths , you do not want a poem of escape . But tastes differ . I know an ...
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... condition ? Hodgson Patmore Markham Helton I The Bells of Heaven , p . 205 The Toys , p . 214 Outwitted , p . 242 The Song of Dark Waters , p . 232 Cleghorn Burns Frost Crosby II To Safeguard the Heart from xxxiv TEN MINUTE CURES.
... condition ? Hodgson Patmore Markham Helton I The Bells of Heaven , p . 205 The Toys , p . 214 Outwitted , p . 242 The Song of Dark Waters , p . 232 Cleghorn Burns Frost Crosby II To Safeguard the Heart from xxxiv TEN MINUTE CURES.
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... HEAVEN A LYRICAL EPIGRAM • FROM LINES ON A LAP DOG CONCERNING BROWNIE THE SPARK SO I MAY FEEL the Hands of GOD SALMON FISHING . ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CANARY FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER TO SAFEGUARD THE HEART FROM HARDNESS ...
... HEAVEN A LYRICAL EPIGRAM • FROM LINES ON A LAP DOG CONCERNING BROWNIE THE SPARK SO I MAY FEEL the Hands of GOD SALMON FISHING . ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CANARY FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER TO SAFEGUARD THE HEART FROM HARDNESS ...
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... with God be the rest ! LAST LINES BY EMILY BRONTË No coward soul is mine , No trembler in the world's storm - troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine , And faith shines equal 10 STIMULANTS FOR A FAINT HEART LAST LINES.
... with God be the rest ! LAST LINES BY EMILY BRONTË No coward soul is mine , No trembler in the world's storm - troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine , And faith shines equal 10 STIMULANTS FOR A FAINT HEART LAST LINES.
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ALFRED TENNYSON Allons beauty beneath bird bless bliss blue Blynken breath bright CHRISTOPHER MORLEY dance dark dead dear death deep Don John doth dream DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT dust earth eyes face fall Fancy fear feet flowers glory gold grass green hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills immortal JOHN MILTON John of Austria King L. A. G. STRONG Laugh LEONORA SPEYER light lips live look Lord M. A. DEWOLFE marsh moon morning mother mountains never night peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY POEMS rain ride river ROBINSON JEFFERS rose round sail shadow shining silent silver sing skies Sleep smile song soul spirit stars strong sweet tears tell thee thine things Thou art thought trees wave weary wild WILLIAM WILLIAM ROSE BENÉT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wine wings wood
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Page 41 - The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 171 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the Fairies' midwife, and she comes, In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 49 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Page 29 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 301 - 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.
Page 355 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And Pomp, and Feast, and Revelry, With Mask, and antique Pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves, by haunted stream.
Page 300 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 337 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 126 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow. Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 263 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" VIII. "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets