Sonnets of the Sacred YearReligious Tract Society, 1875 - 103 էջ |
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... close . “ Scorn not the sonnet ; critic , you have frowned Mindless of its just honours : with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso ...
... close . “ Scorn not the sonnet ; critic , you have frowned Mindless of its just honours : with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso ...
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... close this essay without mention of another writer , and without adding three more Sonnets to those which we have given . To say of Mrs. Barrett Browning , as Leigh Hunt has said , that she is “ the greatest poetess that ever existed ...
... close this essay without mention of another writer , and without adding three more Sonnets to those which we have given . To say of Mrs. Barrett Browning , as Leigh Hunt has said , that she is “ the greatest poetess that ever existed ...
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... Close heart and will , for all their open ear And bland approval , breathes not Heaven but Hell . There are that hear and do ; to whom alone The mystery of that music is made known . Then He took unto Him the twelve , and said. * . See ...
... Close heart and will , for all their open ear And bland approval , breathes not Heaven but Hell . There are that hear and do ; to whom alone The mystery of that music is made known . Then He took unto Him the twelve , and said. * . See ...
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... close ! Lust of the Flesh , lust of the Eyes , Life's prideEach weapon that o'erwhelmed the primal world' Gainst Him in vain , and thrice in vain , are hurled . Then lo , He rests with Angels at His side . So wars and rests His Church ...
... close ! Lust of the Flesh , lust of the Eyes , Life's prideEach weapon that o'erwhelmed the primal world' Gainst Him in vain , and thrice in vain , are hurled . Then lo , He rests with Angels at His side . So wars and rests His Church ...
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... close From bright to blood - red . He from the young morn On to the even with much labour worn , Finds sweet this promise of a near repose . So spreads he forth his arms as one who knows His hour of freedom in a life forlorn . So - yet ...
... close From bright to blood - red . He from the young morn On to the even with much labour worn , Finds sweet this promise of a near repose . So spreads he forth his arms as one who knows His hour of freedom in a life forlorn . So - yet ...
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Էջ 6 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Էջ 7 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Էջ 16 - THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If Thou the spirit give by which I pray : My unassisted heart is barren clay, That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works Thou art the seed, That quickens only where Thou say'st it may: Unless Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead.
Էջ 12 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Էջ 38 - Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward an hungred. And when the tempter came to him, he said, If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread. But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.
Էջ 8 - Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow; But out! alack! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when...
Էջ 35 - And he said, Unto you it is given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God : but to others in parables ; that seeing they might not see, and hearing they might not understand.
Էջ 87 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Էջ 11 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...
Էջ 45 - I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair : I hid not my face from shame and spitting.