The tablets of the heart: poems, rhymes, and aphorisms, selected and arranged by F. LangbridgeFrederick Langbridge 1883 |
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... hath the Lord Of the dead years ending ? " WILLIAM SAWYER . Legend of Phyllis . ( Longmans . ) THE WASSAIL SONG . HERE we come a wassailing , Among the leaves so green , Here we come a wandering , So fair to be seen . Chorus . Love and ...
... hath the Lord Of the dead years ending ? " WILLIAM SAWYER . Legend of Phyllis . ( Longmans . ) THE WASSAIL SONG . HERE we come a wassailing , Among the leaves so green , Here we come a wandering , So fair to be seen . Chorus . Love and ...
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... Hath borne a mighty King . " The second star was bright and blue , It heard a song above , " On Jesse's root drops down the dew , The budding rod hath bloomed anew , All peace to men of love ! " The third was yellow for to see , It ...
... Hath borne a mighty King . " The second star was bright and blue , It heard a song above , " On Jesse's root drops down the dew , The budding rod hath bloomed anew , All peace to men of love ! " The third was yellow for to see , It ...
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... hath come down from heaven , Now worketh well the saving leaven . " Thus sang the choir unseen . The fifth star was a little star , A voice bespoke it low , " Go forth into that land afar Where in the cave the sleepers are , To guide ...
... hath come down from heaven , Now worketh well the saving leaven . " Thus sang the choir unseen . The fifth star was a little star , A voice bespoke it low , " Go forth into that land afar Where in the cave the sleepers are , To guide ...
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... hath saved us . This , my child , Is the reason the Yule - bells ring . S. K. COWAN . The Murmur of the Shells . ( McCaw , Belfast . ) www ART Thou , weak Babe , my very God ? OI must love Thee then , Love Thee , and yearn to spread Thy ...
... hath saved us . This , my child , Is the reason the Yule - bells ring . S. K. COWAN . The Murmur of the Shells . ( McCaw , Belfast . ) www ART Thou , weak Babe , my very God ? OI must love Thee then , Love Thee , and yearn to spread Thy ...
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... hath gotten- Even with his Saviour dear : There soon all is forgotten That he hath suffered here . Ballads , Poems , and Lyrics D. F. MCCARTHY . McGlashan , Dublin . ) SOME say that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's ...
... hath gotten- Even with his Saviour dear : There soon all is forgotten That he hath suffered here . Ballads , Poems , and Lyrics D. F. MCCARTHY . McGlashan , Dublin . ) SOME say that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE angels AUGUSTA WEBSTER beauty Bell bless blest bliss blossom breast breath bright C. S. CALVERLEY Chatto and Windus cheek child Christ Christmas cold COVENTRY PATMORE dark dead dear death doth dreams earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flowers FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE glad glory grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope JEAN INGELOW JOHN KEBLE kiss LEWIS MORRIS life's light lips live Longmans look Lord love's lover Macmillan merry morn MORTIMER COLLINS never night o'er P. J. BAILEY pain peace Poems Poetical rest ring ROBERT HERRICK rose round Routledge shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS GORDON HAKE THOMAS HOOD thou art thought unto voice weary wedding weep wind wwwwww XXII
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Strana 147 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Strana 255 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strana 298 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Strana 289 - And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
Strana 23 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Strana 357 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Strana 144 - 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.
Strana 318 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night,— but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Strana 224 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair: But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Strana 313 - Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead. Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.