Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 էջ |
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Էջ vii
... voice has classed the names selected . Not , however , that the test is infallible , or without its exceptions . Moreover , it has not been thought fitting to select from Dramas , since detached passages suffer by division from their ...
... voice has classed the names selected . Not , however , that the test is infallible , or without its exceptions . Moreover , it has not been thought fitting to select from Dramas , since detached passages suffer by division from their ...
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... voice of death . Still doth his soul's vague longing skim The pool beloved : he hears the hiss That siffles at the sedgy rim , Recalling days of former bliss , And the death - drops , that fall in showers , Seem honied dews from shady ...
... voice of death . Still doth his soul's vague longing skim The pool beloved : he hears the hiss That siffles at the sedgy rim , Recalling days of former bliss , And the death - drops , that fall in showers , Seem honied dews from shady ...
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... voice Came rolling on the wind . Then stept she down thro ' town and field To mingle with the human race , And part by part to men reveal'd The fullness of her face- Grave mother of majestic works , From her isle - altar gazing down ...
... voice Came rolling on the wind . Then stept she down thro ' town and field To mingle with the human race , And part by part to men reveal'd The fullness of her face- Grave mother of majestic works , From her isle - altar gazing down ...
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... voice , Faltering , would break its syllables , to keep My own full - tuned , -hold passion in a leash , And not leap forth and fall about thy neck , And on thy bosom , ( deep desired relief ! ) Rain out the heavy mist of tears , that ...
... voice , Faltering , would break its syllables , to keep My own full - tuned , -hold passion in a leash , And not leap forth and fall about thy neck , And on thy bosom , ( deep desired relief ! ) Rain out the heavy mist of tears , that ...
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... voice , but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro ' the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . ' NORTHERN FARMER OLD STYLE Wheer ' asta beän saw long and meä liggin ' ' ere ...
... voice , but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro ' the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . ' NORTHERN FARMER OLD STYLE Wheer ' asta beän saw long and meä liggin ' ' ere ...
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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!