The Bell-Buoy (McClure's) |
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At the careless end of night
I thrill to the nearing screw,
I turn to the nearing light,
And I call to the drowsy crew;
And the mud boils foul and blue
As the blind bow backs away.
Do they give me... |
The Belle of the Ball |
Winthrop Mackworth Praed |
1822 |
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Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams
Had been of being wise or witty,
Ere I had done with writing themes,
Or yawned o’er this infernal Chitty,—
Years, years ago, while all my joys
Were in my fowling-piece and filly;
In short, while I was yet a... |
The Bells |
Edgar Allan Poe |
1829 |
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I
hear the sledges with the bells,
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All... |
The Bells |
Edgar Allan Poe |
1829 |
English |
HEAR the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to... |
The Bells of Lynn |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1827 |
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O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!
O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!
From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted,
Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn!
Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight,
O... |
The Bells of Shandon |
Francis Sylvester Mahony |
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Sabbata pango;
Funera plango;
Solemnia clango.
—Inscription on an Old Bell.
WITH deep affection
And recollection
I often think on
Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood, ... |
The Betrayal of the Rose |
Edith Matilda Thomas |
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A white rose had a sorrow—
And a strange sorrow!
For her sisters they had none,
As they all sat around her
Each on her feudal throne.
A strange sorrow
For one with no to-morrow,
No yesterday, to call her own,
But... |
The Bible is an antique Volume — |
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The Bible is an antique Volume —
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy Spectres —
Subjects — Bethlehem —
Eden — the ancient Homestead —
Satan — the Brigadier —
Judas — the Great Defaulter — ... |
The Bibliomaniac's Prayer |
Eugene Field |
1870 |
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Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way,
That I may truths eternal seek;
I need protecting care to-day,—
My purse is light, my flesh is weak.
So banish from my erring heart
All baleful appetites and hints
Of Satan’s fascinating art,
Of... |
The Birch Stream |
Anna Boynton Averill |
1863 |
English |
At noon, within the dusty town,
Where the wild river rushes down,
And thunders hoarsely all day long,
I think of thee, my hermit stream,
Low singing in thy summer dream
Thine idle, sweet, old, tranquil song.
Northward, Katahdin’s chasmed pile... |
The Bird did prance — the Bee did play — |
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The Bird did prance — the Bee did play —
The Sun ran miles away
So blind with joy he could not choose
Between his Holiday
The morn was up — the meadows out
The Fences all but ran,
Republic of Delight... |
The Bird her punctual music brings |
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The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in its place —
Its place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace —
What respite from her thrilling toil
Did Beauty ever take —
But Work might be... |
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb |
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty
The Rose content may bloom
To gain renown of Lady's Drawer
But if the Lady come
But once a Century, the Rose... |
The Birds (Blake, Notebook) |
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock — |
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock —
Their period for Dawn —
A Music numerous as space —
But neighboring as Noon —
I could not count their Force —
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows... |
The Birds of Bethlehem |
Richard Watson Gilder |
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I heard the bells of Bethlehem ring—
Their voice was sweeter than the priests’;
I heard the birds of Bethlehem sing
Unbidden in the churchly feasts.
They clung and sung on the swinging chain
High in the dim and incensed air;
The priests,... |
The Birds reported from the South — |
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The Birds reported from the South —
A News express to Me —
A spicy Charge, My little Posts —
But I am deaf — Today —
The Flowers — appealed — a timid Throng —
I reinforced the Door —
Go blossom for... |
The Bivouac of the Dead |
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The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
The soldier’s last tattoo;
No more on Life’s parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame’s eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The... |
The Bivouac of the Dead |
Theodore O’Hara |
1840 |
English |
[Dedication of a monument to Kentucky volunteers, killed at Buena Vista, Mexico]
THE MUFFLED drum’s sad roll has beat
The soldier’s last tattoo;
No more on Life’s parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame’s eternal camping-ground... |
The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side — |
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The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side —
But no Man heard Him cry —
He offers His Berry, just the same
To Partridge — and to Boy —
He sometimes holds upon the Fence —
Or struggles to a Tree —
Or... |