Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana 24
... lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou 24 NATURE .
... lost . All day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou 24 NATURE .
Strana 28
... lost , and fruitlessly deplored , Which , at this moment , on my waking sight Appears to shine , by miracle restored ; - My soul , though yet confined to earth , Rejoices in a second birth ! ' Tis past ! the visionary splendour fades ...
... lost , and fruitlessly deplored , Which , at this moment , on my waking sight Appears to shine , by miracle restored ; - My soul , though yet confined to earth , Rejoices in a second birth ! ' Tis past ! the visionary splendour fades ...
Strana 49
... lost that never may be told ? — We stray all afternoon , and we may grieve Until the perfect closing of the night . Listen to us , thou grey Autumnal Eve , Whose part is silence . At thy verge the clouds Are broken into melancholy gold ...
... lost that never may be told ? — We stray all afternoon , and we may grieve Until the perfect closing of the night . Listen to us , thou grey Autumnal Eve , Whose part is silence . At thy verge the clouds Are broken into melancholy gold ...
Strana 63
... lost , If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet . How oft my guardian angel gently cried , 66 Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How He persists to knock and wait for thee ! ” And ...
... lost , If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet . How oft my guardian angel gently cried , 66 Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How He persists to knock and wait for thee ! ” And ...
Strana 66
... lost so long are found again , Long lost but longer dear : Eye hath not seen , ear hath not heard , Nor heart conceived that rest , With them our good things long deferred With Jesus Christ our Best . We weep because the night is long ...
... lost so long are found again , Long lost but longer dear : Eye hath not seen , ear hath not heard , Nor heart conceived that rest , With them our good things long deferred With Jesus Christ our Best . We weep because the night is long ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty beloved beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear feet FELICIA HEMANS flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD 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 morn nest night o'er peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shadows shine sigh 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 thro 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 232 - 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 228 - 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 253 - 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.