A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of VictoriaEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 strán (strany) |
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... weary steps where other rivers flow . Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness Away , and voices like thine own come nigh , Soliciting , nor vainly , thy embrace . " Artemidora sigh'd , and would have press'd The hand now pressing hers ...
... weary steps where other rivers flow . Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness Away , and voices like thine own come nigh , Soliciting , nor vainly , thy embrace . " Artemidora sigh'd , and would have press'd The hand now pressing hers ...
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... weary head , While birds are singing and while blooms the bower , Than sit the fire out and go starv'd to bed ? A THOUGHT BLYTHE bell , that calls to bridal halls , Tolls deep a darker day ; The very shower that feeds the flower Weeps ...
... weary head , While birds are singing and while blooms the bower , Than sit the fire out and go starv'd to bed ? A THOUGHT BLYTHE bell , that calls to bridal halls , Tolls deep a darker day ; The very shower that feeds the flower Weeps ...
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... weary long time coming on board . " The old man struggled upon the bed : He knew the words that the voices said ; Wildly he shriek'd as his eyes grew dim , " He was dead ! he was dead ! when I bur- ied him . " Kark yet again to the ...
... weary long time coming on board . " The old man struggled upon the bed : He knew the words that the voices said ; Wildly he shriek'd as his eyes grew dim , " He was dead ! he was dead ! when I bur- ied him . " Kark yet again to the ...
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... weary , I would sleep ; But deep , deep , Never to waken more . I have had joy and sorrow , I have prov'd What life could give , have lov'd , and been belov'd ; I am sick , and heart - sore , And weary ; let me sleep ; But deep , deep ...
... weary , I would sleep ; But deep , deep , Never to waken more . I have had joy and sorrow , I have prov'd What life could give , have lov'd , and been belov'd ; I am sick , and heart - sore , And weary ; let me sleep ; But deep , deep ...
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... weary back A coffin bore of rudest frame . " Why , who art thou ? " exclaim'd the King , " And what is that I see thee bear ? " " I am a laborer in the wood , And ' t is a coffin for Pierre . Close by the royal hunting - lodge You may ...
... weary back A coffin bore of rudest frame . " Why , who art thou ? " exclaim'd the King , " And what is that I see thee bear ? " " I am a laborer in the wood , And ' t is a coffin for Pierre . Close by the royal hunting - lodge You may ...
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Strana 174 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Strana 226 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Strana 197 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Strana 155 - O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE" Longum illud tempus, quum non era, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum. — Cicero, Ad Att., xii: 18. O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Strana 226 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Strana 197 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,1 And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Strana 526 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Strana 199 - 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 212 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Strana 226 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.