The BibelotThomas Bird Mosher Thomas B. Mosher, 1903 |
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... mother sent eight sons against the foe - Eight sons beneath one pillar buried she , Nor wept for grief , nor spake aught else but — Oh , These children , Sparta , did I bear for thee ! ' And now , commencing Mr. Wright's second section ...
... mother sent eight sons against the foe - Eight sons beneath one pillar buried she , Nor wept for grief , nor spake aught else but — Oh , These children , Sparta , did I bear for thee ! ' And now , commencing Mr. Wright's second section ...
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... mother , says Meleager in one of his epitaphs for him- self , which we cannot find room for in full . In this song of Philodemus is a note of warning which we do not get in Meleager : - XII . Not yet the season of bare stems for flowers ...
... mother , says Meleager in one of his epitaphs for him- self , which we cannot find room for in full . In this song of Philodemus is a note of warning which we do not get in Meleager : - XII . Not yet the season of bare stems for flowers ...
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... mother earth , that tenderly Thou gather her whom all we weep to thee- And fold her gently , mother , to thy breast . That is what he wrote for his sun - maiden , as I called her in the toast . The next is by 1 [ " Thou wert the Morning ...
... mother earth , that tenderly Thou gather her whom all we weep to thee- And fold her gently , mother , to thy breast . That is what he wrote for his sun - maiden , as I called her in the toast . The next is by 1 [ " Thou wert the Morning ...
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... mother earth , and by the bride Of Hades under earth , let sheep , I pray , Bleat near me , and the shepherd softly play From the scarred rock across the pasture wide . Ah ! but , in early spring , cull meadowsweet 40 CHRYSANTHEMA.
... mother earth , and by the bride Of Hades under earth , let sheep , I pray , Bleat near me , and the shepherd softly play From the scarred rock across the pasture wide . Ah ! but , in early spring , cull meadowsweet 40 CHRYSANTHEMA.
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... mothers ' feet . So shall you honour well the shades , from whom Are thanks - and from the dead is gratitude . I must ... mother aye . Full many a dainty she supplied . I lived on clover at her side , And then , of too much clover , died ...
... mothers ' feet . So shall you honour well the shades , from whom Are thanks - and from the dead is gratitude . I must ... mother aye . Full many a dainty she supplied . I lived on clover at her side , And then , of too much clover , died ...
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Página 334 - OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Página 410 - IT came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold : " Peace on the earth, good-will to men From heaven's all-gracious King.
Página 393 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Página 213 - ... The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart And the lonely of heart is withered away, While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring. Tossing their milk-white arms in the air; For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue; But I heard a reed of Coolaney say, " When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered...
Página 397 - T was in the calm and silent night ! The Senator of haughty Rome Impatient urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home ; Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway; What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago...
Página 379 - Then came sudden alarms: hurryings to and fro: trepidations of innumerable fugitives, I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad: darkness and lights: tempest and human faces: and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms, and the features that were worth all the world to me, and but a moment allowed, — and clasped hands, and heart-breaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells!
Página 208 - Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue...
Página 397 - It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars; Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain: Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago.
Página 409 - How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heaven. No ear may hear his coming; but in this world of sin, where meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in. O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray; cast out our sin, and enter in: be born in us to-day.