A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 strán (strany) |
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Strana 12
... Silence 9. Prayer · The 10. Bread and Honey , from " Travels in England " ( John Lane ) - 11. When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought 12. Past and Future 13. That Each who Seems a Separate Whole 14. A Thing of Beauty 15. Rain in ...
... Silence 9. Prayer · The 10. Bread and Honey , from " Travels in England " ( John Lane ) - 11. When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought 12. Past and Future 13. That Each who Seems a Separate Whole 14. A Thing of Beauty 15. Rain in ...
Strana 18
... silence , once again In going to my naked bed · In somer when the shawes be sheyne In the hearts of the roots In the hour of my distress In the old years ' distance Into my heart an air that kills I remember , I remember I saw no mortal ...
... silence , once again In going to my naked bed · In somer when the shawes be sheyne In the hearts of the roots In the hour of my distress In the old years ' distance Into my heart an air that kills I remember , I remember I saw no mortal ...
Strana 20
... Silence ! sleeping on a waste of ocean . Ships that pass in the night Since thou , O fondest and truest Since ' tis God's will So delicate , so airy · · Sept. 9 March 29 Oct. July - July July · 22622 27 Aug. 4 7 - June · - Sept. 18 ...
... Silence ! sleeping on a waste of ocean . Ships that pass in the night Since thou , O fondest and truest Since ' tis God's will So delicate , so airy · · Sept. 9 March 29 Oct. July - July July · 22622 27 Aug. 4 7 - June · - Sept. 18 ...
Strana 21
... silence where hath been no sound There is sweet music here that softer 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 ...
... silence where hath been no sound There is sweet music here that softer 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 ...
Strana 22
... silent thought When with the virgin morning thou dost rise Where dost thou careless lie Wherefore to - night so full of care Aug. 31 July II Sept. 7 Nov. 20 Sept. II Oct. Whether on Ida's shady brow White as a white sail on a dusky sea ...
... silent thought When with the virgin morning thou dost rise Where dost thou careless lie Wherefore to - night so full of care Aug. 31 July II Sept. 7 Nov. 20 Sept. II Oct. Whether on Ida's shady brow White as a white sail on a dusky sea ...
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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
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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?