Poets in the PulpitS. Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1889 - 291 strán (strany) |
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Strana 23
... pleasures and our discontents , Are rounds by which we may ascend . The low desire - the base design That makes another's virtues less , The revel of the giddy wine , And all occasions of excess ; The longing for ignoble things , The ...
... pleasures and our discontents , Are rounds by which we may ascend . The low desire - the base design That makes another's virtues less , The revel of the giddy wine , And all occasions of excess ; The longing for ignoble things , The ...
Strana 25
... pleasure seeking , money making , and money spending , without a care by those who have for those who want , so that if a man struggles a little to the front himself , he heeds not what becomes of his brother who toils - when , if you ...
... pleasure seeking , money making , and money spending , without a care by those who have for those who want , so that if a man struggles a little to the front himself , he heeds not what becomes of his brother who toils - when , if you ...
Strana 51
... pleasure . Let her will Be done - to weep or not to weep . I will not say , ' God's ordinance Of death is blown in every wind ; " For that is not a common chance , That takes away a noble mind . His memory long will live alone In all ...
... pleasure . Let her will Be done - to weep or not to weep . I will not say , ' God's ordinance Of death is blown in every wind ; " For that is not a common chance , That takes away a noble mind . His memory long will live alone In all ...
Strana 58
... pleasures , and degrading follies of the flesh . Let me read to you some of that strange rhapsody in which the man's mind sometimes seems to give way ; and it is quite evident that at certain points he is wandering , at other times he ...
... pleasures , and degrading follies of the flesh . Let me read to you some of that strange rhapsody in which the man's mind sometimes seems to give way ; and it is quite evident that at certain points he is wandering , at other times he ...
Strana 68
... pleasure , and passion , and suffer- ing - and brooding over all the sad Nemesis of the senses . And as I look around me I see the giddy way in which the men and women - not only of this age , but of every age - hurry on and on after ...
... pleasure , and passion , and suffer- ing - and brooding over all the sad Nemesis of the senses . And as I look around me I see the giddy way in which the men and women - not only of this age , but of every age - hurry on and on after ...
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Strana 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Strana 275 - There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strana 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Strana 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Strana 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Strana 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana 115 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice ' believe no more ' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep ; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd
Strana 269 - 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 17 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Strana 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.