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Seite 174 - THERE! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your doll, I know ; And your tea-set blue, And your play-house, too, Are things of the long ago ; But childish troubles will soon pass by. There ! little girl ; don't cry ! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know ; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by. — There ! little girl ; don't cry ! There!
Seite 203 - A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love, And beauty, all concentrating like rays Into one focus, kindled from above; Such kisses as belong to early days, Where heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move. And the blood's lava, and the pulse a blaze, Each kiss a heart-quake, — for a kiss's strength, I think it must be reckon'd by its length.
Seite 215 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shrouds, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Seite 87 - IN that delightful Province of the Sun, The first of Persian lands he shines upon, Where, all the loveliest children of his beam, Flowrets and fruits blush over every stream, And, fairest of all streams, the Murga roves Among Merou'st bright palaces and groves ; — There on that throne, to which the blind belief, Of millions raised him, sat the Prophet-Chief, The Great Mokanna.
Seite 233 - And kiss'd on either side the wanton sails, Breathing our welcome to these vernal vales; While, far reflected o'er the wave serene, Each wooded island...
Seite 207 - Soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Seite 175 - THERE ! little girl ; don't cry ! They have broken your doll, I know ; And your tea-set blue, And your play-house, too, Are things of the long ago ; But childish troubles will soon pass by, There ! little girl ; don't cry ! There ! little girl ; don't cry ! They have broken your slate, I know $ And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago ; But life and love will soon come by.— There ! little girl ; don't cry...
Seite 179 - The jelly — the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry and quince "preserves" she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em and all things rare! — And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to Old Aunt Mary's!
Seite 178 - WASN'T it pleasant, O brother mine, In those old days of the lost sunshine Of youth— when the Saturday's chores were through, And the " Sunday's wood " in the kitchen, too, And we went visiting, " me and you," Out to Old Aunt Mary's? It all comes back so clear to-day! Though I am as bald as you are gray— Out by the barn-lot, and down the lane, We patter along in the dust...
Seite 372 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.