Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana 33
... death that comes not near to me ! So loftily I put away The horror of mortality ! Yet , looking nearer , ye dry bones Of that which once was blithe and strong , May I not gather among these stones A lesson that may last me long ? For ye ...
... death that comes not near to me ! So loftily I put away The horror of mortality ! Yet , looking nearer , ye dry bones Of that which once was blithe and strong , May I not gather among these stones A lesson that may last me long ? For ye ...
Strana 34
... Death cuts down the tree , The tree must fall — and , falling , lie . Yet may I take , when I depart , At least thy comfort , to have borne , While yet I lived , a stalwart heart , Of gentler graces not forlorn ; Some flowers that air ...
... Death cuts down the tree , The tree must fall — and , falling , lie . Yet may I take , when I depart , At least thy comfort , to have borne , While yet I lived , a stalwart heart , Of gentler graces not forlorn ; Some flowers that air ...
Strana 45
... death in life - a vapour dense Creeps round my window till I cannot see The far snow - shining mountains , and the glens Shagging the mountain tops . O God ! make free This barren , shackled earth , so deadly cold . Breathe gently forth ...
... death in life - a vapour dense Creeps round my window till I cannot see The far snow - shining mountains , and the glens Shagging the mountain tops . O God ! make free This barren , shackled earth , so deadly cold . Breathe gently forth ...
Strana 48
... Death's cold finger - take him for thy friend ; He leadeth Truth and Beauty hand in hand , He brings thee Youth and Knowledge without end . FREDERICK TENNYSON . THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE . As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed , I saw my ...
... Death's cold finger - take him for thy friend ; He leadeth Truth and Beauty hand in hand , He brings thee Youth and Knowledge without end . FREDERICK TENNYSON . THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE . As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed , I saw my ...
Strana 52
... . Thus shine , O God , our mortal powers , While grief and joy refine them— And , when in death they fade , be ours Thus gently to resign them ! AUBREY DE VERE . 1 THE DAISY . EACH hath its place in the Eternal 52 NATURE .
... . Thus shine , O God , our mortal powers , While grief and joy refine them— And , when in death they fade , be ours Thus gently to resign them ! AUBREY DE VERE . 1 THE DAISY . EACH hath its place in the Eternal 52 NATURE .
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty behold beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child Child is Father CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face faith fear feet flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD giveth His beloved glory God's golden grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW light live look Lord love thee MATTHEW ARNOLD nest night o'er pain peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shade shine silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars strife sweet tears tender thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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Strana 84 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; R1ng out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strana 11 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Strana 225 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strana 229 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Strana 54 - SWEET Day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Strana 227 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Strana 88 - And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport...
Strana 207 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Strana 24 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strana 245 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.