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ANONYMOUS answer arms asked baby beautiful blessed bright called child close cold comes dark dead dear death door dream eyes face fair fall father feel feet fell flowers friends girl give gold gone GUS WILLIAMS hair half hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hope hour keep kind kiss knew land laugh leave letter light lips live look lost mind morning mother never night o'er once pass play poor pray remember rest Ring rose round seemed side sing smile snow soon soul stand stood story strange sure sweet tears tell There's thing thought till told took true turned Twas voice wait watched wife wild wind woman wonder young
Sayfa 112 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Sayfa 160 - ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall ; Some are coming, some are going ; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach...
Sayfa 174 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Sayfa 30 - Weep awhile, if ye are fain, — Sunshine still must follow' rain; Only not at death, — for death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life centre.
Sayfa 154 - Ah now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly white in the face and dull in the head, very faint, By the jamb of a door leans. Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through her sobs, The little sisters huddle around speechless and dismay'd,) See dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.
Sayfa 137 - In a moment he must die. By starlight and moonlight, He seeks the Briton's camp; He hears the rustling flag, And the armed sentry's tramp; And the starlight and moonlight His silent wanderings lamp. With slow tread and still tread, He scans the tented line ; And he counts the battery guns By the gaunt and shadowy pine ; And his slow tread and still tread Gives no warning sign.
Sayfa 112 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Sayfa 153 - ... yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd vines, (Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines? Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing? ) Above all, lo, the sky so calm, so transparent after the rain and with wondrous clouds, Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and the farm prospers well.
Sayfa 92 - There isn't another creature living Would do it, and prove through every disaster, So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving, To such a miserable, thankless master! No, sir! — see him wag his tail and grin! By George, it makes my old eyes water!
Sayfa 162 - I HAVE a son, a little son, a boy just five years old, With eyes of thoughtful earnestness, and mind of gentle mould. They tell me that unusual grace in all his ways appears, That my child is grave, and wise of heart, beyond his childish years. I cannot say how this may be : I know his face is fair ; And yet his chiefest comeliness is his sweet and serious air. I know his heart is kind and fond ; I know he loveth me ; But loveth yet his mother more, with grateful fervency.