The Poetry Cure: A Pocket Medicine Chest of VerseRobert Haven Schauffler Dodd, Mead, 1925 - 414 pages |
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... heart , sluggish blood , myopic vision of the inner eye , and other common ailments . 1 In The Outlook and in The Musical Amateur . ( Houghton , Mifflin Co. , 1911. ) The compilation and testing of this book brought out unforeseen xvii.
... heart , sluggish blood , myopic vision of the inner eye , and other common ailments . 1 In The Outlook and in The Musical Amateur . ( Houghton , Mifflin Co. , 1911. ) The compilation and testing of this book brought out unforeseen xvii.
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... 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 exceedingly in- tellectual woman who , when at her ...
... 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 exceedingly in- tellectual woman who , when at her ...
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... eyes , may help you still more . So William Vaughn Moody might possibly perform a service in bringing you " Pandora's Song : " 1 " Of wounds and sore defeat I made my battle stay ; Winged sandals for my feet I wove of my delay ; Of ...
... eyes , may help you still more . So William Vaughn Moody might possibly perform a service in bringing you " Pandora's Song : " 1 " Of wounds and sore defeat I made my battle stay ; Winged sandals for my feet I wove of my delay ; Of ...
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... eyes , and forbore , And bade me creep past . No ! let me taste the whole of it , fare like my peers The heroes of old , d Bear the brunt , in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain , darkness and cold . For sudden the worst turns the ...
... eyes , and forbore , And bade me creep past . No ! let me taste the whole of it , fare like my peers The heroes of old , d Bear the brunt , in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain , darkness and cold . For sudden the worst turns the ...
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... eyes that had gazed from afar on a beauty that blinded the eyes Shall call forth its image for ever , its shadow in alien skies . The heart that had striven to beat in the heart of the Mighty too soon Shall still of that beating ...
... eyes that had gazed from afar on a beauty that blinded the eyes Shall call forth its image for ever , its shadow in alien skies . The heart that had striven to beat in the heart of the Mighty too soon Shall still of that beating ...
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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 296 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 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 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 10 - I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 45 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Page 288 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 286 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Page 295 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
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
Page 336 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...