A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 strán (strany) |
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Strana 9
... Falls 31. The Dirge , from " Cym- beline 1. Home Thoughts Abroad 2. To Paris - from · · Sir Philip Sidney Alice Lucas Matthew Arnold Percy Bysshe Shelley A. E. Housman William Wordsworth Nora Hopper A. G. Butler Alfred Tennyson ...
... Falls 31. The Dirge , from " Cym- beline 1. Home Thoughts Abroad 2. To Paris - from · · Sir Philip Sidney Alice Lucas Matthew Arnold Percy Bysshe Shelley A. E. Housman William Wordsworth Nora Hopper A. G. Butler Alfred Tennyson ...
Strana 17
... falling Get up , get up for shame ! - - Nov. . July 20 · June Dec. 25 4 29 2 May I 28 Feb. ΙΟ - - July - June . Feb ... fall He there does now enjoy eternal rest He who bends to himself a joy He who for love has undergone Holly stand in ...
... falling Get up , get up for shame ! - - Nov. . July 20 · June Dec. 25 4 29 2 May I 28 Feb. ΙΟ - - July - June . Feb ... fall He there does now enjoy eternal rest He who bends to himself a joy He who for love has undergone Holly stand in ...
Strana 21
... falls There kneels Veronica whose piety There's nothing in the world , I know - The road winds onward long and white The same old baffling questions ! The sea of fortune doth not ever flow These many years since we began to be The ...
... falls There kneels Veronica whose piety There's nothing in the world , I know - The road winds onward long and white The same old baffling questions ! The sea of fortune doth not ever flow These many years since we began to be The ...
Strana 5
... fall The frequent flakes , has kept a path for me . No noise is here , or none that hinders thought . The redbreast warbles still , but is content With slender notes , and more than half suppressed : Pleased with his solitude , and ...
... fall The frequent flakes , has kept a path for me . No noise is here , or none that hinders thought . The redbreast warbles still , but is content With slender notes , and more than half suppressed : Pleased with his solitude , and ...
Strana 7
... days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky . • And so the shadows fall apart , And so the west winds play : And all the windows of my heart I open to the day . WHITTIER SUNRISE A DAY ! Faster and more fast , O'er 7 JANUARY 7 My Psalm.
... days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky . • And so the shadows fall apart , And so the west winds play : And all the windows of my heart I open to the day . WHITTIER SUNRISE A DAY ! Faster and more fast , O'er 7 JANUARY 7 My Psalm.
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A Book of Remembrance: Being Lyrical Selections for Every Day in the Year Elizabeth Godfrey Úplné zobrazenie - 1904 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
A. E. Housman Alfred Tennyson Anon April autumn beauty beneath birds blow breath bright CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds cold dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth Edward Cracroft Lefroy eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers glory golden green grey happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill John JOHN KEBLE July June Katharine Tynan-Hinkson light live LONGFELLOW look Lord Love's March merry morning never night o'er pain peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston Poems RICHARD Robert Bridges ROBERT HERRICK rose ROSSETTI sail Sept SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY silence sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Lovell Beddoes thought trees unto voice W. B. Yeats walk waves weary wild William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods WORDSWORTH
Populárne pasáže
Strana 291 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Strana 98 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 213 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Strana 86 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strana 15 - 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 374 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Strana 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Strana 316 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Strana 9 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 314 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?