Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 էջ |
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... Arm over arm the cedars spread their shade , With arching wrist and long extended hands , And graveward fingers lengthening in the moon , Above that shadowy stag whose antlers still Hang o'er the stream . RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE ...
... Arm over arm the cedars spread their shade , With arching wrist and long extended hands , And graveward fingers lengthening in the moon , Above that shadowy stag whose antlers still Hang o'er the stream . RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE ...
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... arms A world of leaves , whence verdurous light Shakes through the shady depths and warms Proud tree and stealthy parasite , There where those cruel coils enclasp The trunks they strangle in their grasp . An old man creeps from out the ...
... arms A world of leaves , whence verdurous light Shakes through the shady depths and warms Proud tree and stealthy parasite , There where those cruel coils enclasp The trunks they strangle in their grasp . An old man creeps from out the ...
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... arms , Here at the quiet limit of the world , A white - hair'd shadow roaming like a dream The ever - silent spaces of the East , Far - folded mists , and gleaming halls of morn . Alas ! for this gray shadow , once a man- So glorious in ...
... arms , Here at the quiet limit of the world , A white - hair'd shadow roaming like a dream The ever - silent spaces of the East , Far - folded mists , and gleaming halls of morn . Alas ! for this gray shadow , once a man- So glorious in ...
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... arms enfold Whose crying is a cry for gold : Yet here to - night in this dark city , When ill and weary , alone and cold , I found , tho ' crush'd to hard and dry , This nurseling of another sky Still in the little book you lent me ...
... arms enfold Whose crying is a cry for gold : Yet here to - night in this dark city , When ill and weary , alone and cold , I found , tho ' crush'd to hard and dry , This nurseling of another sky Still in the little book you lent me ...
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... -little caring For us , it seems , who supped together ( Friends of his too , I remember ) And walked home thro ' the merry weather , The snowiest in all December . I left his arm that night myself For what's - ROBERT BROWNING 89 WARING.
... -little caring For us , it seems , who supped together ( Friends of his too , I remember ) And walked home thro ' the merry weather , The snowiest in all December . I left his arm that night myself For what's - ROBERT BROWNING 89 WARING.
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BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Born breast breath bright brow CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI dark dead death deep doth dream Drowsietown earth eyes face faint fair fear feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live morn murmur night nightingale o'er Ozana pain pale powers of Pain rain rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows shining shore silent sing SIR BORS sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood stream strive strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things THOMAS WOOLNER thought thro To-morrow turn turn'd unto VIEUXBOIS Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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Էջ 121 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Էջ 115 - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of his tribes that take, I must believe.
Էջ 117 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Էջ 113 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Էջ 121 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Էջ 179 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at the door.
Էջ 118 - Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.
Էջ 163 - From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a...
Էջ 250 - The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. Heart handfast in heart as they stood, 'Look thither,
Էջ 141 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!