Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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Strana 4
... tell them to a stranger's ear ? A wayward son ofttimes I was to thee ; And yet , in all our little bickerings , Domestic jars , there was I know not what Of tender feeling that were ill exchanged For this world's chilling friendships ...
... tell them to a stranger's ear ? A wayward son ofttimes I was to thee ; And yet , in all our little bickerings , Domestic jars , there was I know not what Of tender feeling that were ill exchanged For this world's chilling friendships ...
Strana 21
... tell me , what is that supreme delight ? Echo : Light . Light to the minde : what shall the will enjoy ? Echo : Joy . But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure ? Echo Leisure . Light , Joy , and Leisure ; but shall they ...
... tell me , what is that supreme delight ? Echo : Light . Light to the minde : what shall the will enjoy ? Echo : Joy . But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure ? Echo Leisure . Light , Joy , and Leisure ; but shall they ...
Strana 26
... tell . ” " Yet what is Love ? I prithee say . " " It is a work on holiday ; It is December match'd with May , When lusty blood's in fresh array , And this is Love , as I hear say . " " Yet what is Love ? good Shepherd , sain . " " It is ...
... tell . ” " Yet what is Love ? I prithee say . " " It is a work on holiday ; It is December match'd with May , When lusty blood's in fresh array , And this is Love , as I hear say . " " Yet what is Love ? good Shepherd , sain . " " It is ...
Strana 55
... tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always ...
... tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always ...
Strana 88
... tell lies , and those that fear the rod ; The stormie working soul spits lies and froth . Dare to be true . Nothing can need a ly : A fault , which needs it most , grows two thereby . Flie idlenesse , which yet thou canst not flie By ...
... tell lies , and those that fear the rod ; The stormie working soul spits lies and froth . Dare to be true . Nothing can need a ly : A fault , which needs it most , grows two thereby . Flie idlenesse , which yet thou canst not flie By ...
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Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. Lear Five minutes daily readings Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. Lear Five minutes daily readings Úplné zobrazenie - 1882 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
A. H. CLOUGH angels beatific beauty behold beneath bird blessed breast breath bright calm canst CHARLES KINGSLEY child Christ CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church clouds dark Dctober dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers friends GEORGE ELIOT glory God's golden Golden Legend grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Hesperides holy hope hour Inchcape Rock J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW King leaves life's light live look LORD HOUGHTON March month MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace praise pray prayer rest rose shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tree unto voice waves weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings words youth
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Strana 207 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Strana 103 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired...
Strana 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Strana 120 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Strana 27 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Strana 76 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Strana 127 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Strana 256 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Strana 221 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Strana 260 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.