The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, 8. kötet,3149-3742. oldalH. Holt, 1912 - 3742 oldal |
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3155. oldal
... TELL you , hopeless grief is passionless ; That only men incredulous of despair , Half - taught in anguish , through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach . Full desertness , In souls as ...
... TELL you , hopeless grief is passionless ; That only men incredulous of despair , Half - taught in anguish , through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach . Full desertness , In souls as ...
3169. oldal
... tell the starlings from the leaves ; Then one great puff of wings , and the swarm heaves Away with all its din . Even thus Hope's hours , in ever - eddying flight , To many a refuge tend ; With the first light she laughed , and the last ...
... tell the starlings from the leaves ; Then one great puff of wings , and the swarm heaves Away with all its din . Even thus Hope's hours , in ever - eddying flight , To many a refuge tend ; With the first light she laughed , and the last ...
3173. oldal
... tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? -a score ? Then laugh and count no more ; For day is dying ! Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no more measure The flight of time , nor weep The loss of leisure ; But ...
... tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? -a score ? Then laugh and count no more ; For day is dying ! Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no more measure The flight of time , nor weep The loss of leisure ; But ...
3175. oldal
... tell their days by the flow of their tears , And their lives by the moans of their heart . The dials of earth may show The length , not the depth , of years— Few or many they come , few or many they go , But time is best measured by ...
... tell their days by the flow of their tears , And their lives by the moans of their heart . The dials of earth may show The length , not the depth , of years— Few or many they come , few or many they go , But time is best measured by ...
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... tell you all- But you are dead and gone . Lizette Woodworth Reese [ 1856- 3181 " MULTUM DILEXIT " SHE sat and wept beside His feet ; the weight Of sin oppressed her heart ; for all the blame , And the poor malice of the worldly shame ...
... tell you all- But you are dead and gone . Lizette Woodworth Reese [ 1856- 3181 " MULTUM DILEXIT " SHE sat and wept beside His feet ; the weight Of sin oppressed her heart ; for all the blame , And the poor malice of the worldly shame ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel April April 27 beauty beneath biographical data available bird Born at London boys breast breath bright Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death died at London doth dream earth England English writer eternal eyes face fair fear feet flowers glory golden gone grave green grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Horatius Bonar hour Ireland John King kiss Lady Lamb of God land light living Lord Lycidas March morning mortal mourn never night November o'er October October 19 pale peace rest Robert Herrick rose Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things THOMAS thou art thought voice Walter Savage Landor wandering weep WILLIAM wind wings York City
Népszerű szakaszok
3265. oldal - 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.
3552. oldal - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
3541. oldal - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
3265. oldal - 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.
3299. oldal - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad...
3157. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts...
3193. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
3402. oldal - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
3541. oldal - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
3468. oldal - 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.