Gleanings from "The Blue".: Being a Selection of Poetry and Prose from the Magazine of Christ's Hospital in the Years 1870-71 and 1874-81private circulation, 1881 - 184 strán (strany) |
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Strana 15 - Now cracks a noble heart. — Good night, sweet prince ; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest ! Why does the drum come hither?
Strana 102 - LOST LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver...
Strana 149 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast — Lady M.
Strana 102 - Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, — He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, — not thro...
Strana 102 - ve better counsellors ; what counsel they ? CHORUS. — Boot, saddle, to horse, and away ! " THE LOST LEADER. Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so,...
Strana 144 - But the effect of her being -on those around her was incalculably diffusive : for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts ; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
Strana 102 - One more triumph for devils, and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation, and pain, Forced praise on our part, the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for...
Strana 16 - Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
Strana 51 - Before thee lifts her fearless head : Religion's beams around thee shine, And cheer thy glooms with light divine : About thee sports sweet Liberty ; And rapt Urania sings to thee. Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell ! Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast my careless eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again.
Strana 154 - Of the same kind is his condemnation of the violent insults ('You drunkard with the face of a dog and the heart of a deer . . .') hurled by Achilles at Agamemnon just before he swears by the sceptre that he will retire from the fight. Zenodotus thought them unseemly for a hero.2 We should remember in his favour, however, that, though he marked the lines as spurious, Zenodotus still, unlike some modern editors, included...