THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH1908 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 12.
26. lappuse
... Bells , " Aldrich won his first secure poetic success with his " Ballad of Babie1 Bell . " The death of a child in the Frost family gave him a profound and sincere sorrow that gradually grew musical in memory . Many of his early poems ...
... Bells , " Aldrich won his first secure poetic success with his " Ballad of Babie1 Bell . " The death of a child in the Frost family gave him a profound and sincere sorrow that gradually grew musical in memory . Many of his early poems ...
27. lappuse
... Baby Bell " was retained by Aldrich in his collected poems . There , beside his mature work , it sounds in places a little falsetto . Yet the tenderness and purity of its conception and the sweet music of its execution are likely to ...
... Baby Bell " was retained by Aldrich in his collected poems . There , beside his mature work , it sounds in places a little falsetto . Yet the tenderness and purity of its conception and the sweet music of its execution are likely to ...
28. lappuse
... Baby Bell Out of this world of ours . ' " There was a silence , and then a deep ' By ! ' from their very hearts . I was well provided for , you may be sure . Some of those men had left babies in the States , I suppose - anyway , I ...
... Baby Bell Out of this world of ours . ' " There was a silence , and then a deep ' By ! ' from their very hearts . I was well provided for , you may be sure . Some of those men had left babies in the States , I suppose - anyway , I ...
254. lappuse
... Baby Bell " are at peace . Still more of our poet's friendly heart is in his series of personal and memorial poems . " Bayard Taylor , " " Elm- wood , " " The Sailing of the Autocrat , " and " Sargent's Portrait of Edwin Booth " belong ...
... Baby Bell " are at peace . Still more of our poet's friendly heart is in his series of personal and memorial poems . " Bayard Taylor , " " Elm- wood , " " The Sailing of the Autocrat , " and " Sargent's Portrait of Edwin Booth " belong ...
272. lappuse
... Baby Bell Piscataqua River The Tragedy Haunted Pampinea Lamia Invocation to Sleep Sea - Drift The Queen's Ride In the Old Church Tower The Metempsychosis Judith Euterpe At Bay Ridge , Long Island Pursuit and 272 BIBLIOGRAPHY.
... Baby Bell Piscataqua River The Tragedy Haunted Pampinea Lamia Invocation to Sleep Sea - Drift The Queen's Ride In the Old Church Tower The Metempsychosis Judith Euterpe At Bay Ridge , Long Island Pursuit and 272 BIBLIOGRAPHY.
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59 MOUNT VERNON admirable Aldrich wrote American Atlantic Monthly Babie Bell Bad Boy Bayard Taylor Boston charming Clemens cloth copy critical DEAR HOWELLS DEAR WOODBERRY dream early edition editor Edwin Booth Elmwood England eyes fancy Fitz James O'Brien G. E. Woodberry happy heart Henry Howard Brownell Holmes Houghton humor imagination Judith later Launt Thompson letters literary live Longfellow Lowell lyric MARJORIE DAW Mark Twain Mifflin Miss mood morning MOUNT VERNON STREET Nameless Pain never night novel Osgood paper perhaps piece Piscataqua Piscataqua River pleasant poems poet poet's poetic poetry PONKAPOG Portsmouth printed prose PRUDENCE PALFREY reader seems Shaw Memorial Ode sincerely Songs sonnet sorrow Stedman Stoddard story summer T. B. ALDRICH tell things Thomas Bailey Aldrich tion touch verse volume W. D. Howells winter words write written York young
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244. lappuse - Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course.
250. lappuse - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
254. lappuse - MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour — 'Twas noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May — The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road ; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
98. lappuse - I who trimmed and trained and schooled me patiently until he changed me from an awkward utterer of coarse grotesquenesses to a writer of paragraphs and chapters that have found a certain favor in the eyes of even some of the very decentest people in the land...
28. lappuse - At last he came, the messenger, The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Baby Bell? She only crossed her little hands, She only looked more meek and fair! We parted back her silken hair, We wove the roses round her brow, — White buds, the summer's drifted snow, Wrapt her from head to foot in flowers! And thus went dainty Baby Bell Out of this world of ours!.
6. lappuse - In Grantham church they lie asleep; Just where, the verger may not know. Strange that two hundred years should keep The old ancestral fires aglow ! In me these two have met again ; To each my nature owes a part: To one, the cool and reasoning brain; To one, the quick, unreasoning heart.
14. lappuse - Robinson Crusoe.' The thrill that ran into my fingers' ends then has not run out yet. Many a time did I steal up to this nest of a room, and, taking the dog's-eared volume from its shelf, glide off into an enchanted realm, where there were no lessons to get and no boys to smash my kite.
81. lappuse - Boston : but then he could n't do it in New York, unless he turned journalist. The people of Boston are full-blooded readers, appreciative, trained. The humblest man of letters has a position here which he does n't have in New York.
45. lappuse - ... Bohemia took his pipe out to break in upon me with "Oh, a couple of shysters!" and the rest laughed, I was abashed all they could have wished, and was not restored to myself till one of them said that the thought of Boston made him as ugly as sin; then I began to hope again that men who took themselves so seriously as that need not be taken very seriously by me.
238. lappuse - Their fireside joys and griefs are thine Thou speakest to them of their dead, They listen and are comforted. They break the bread and pour the wine Of life with thee, as in those days Men saw thee passing on the street Beneath the elms...