Lyrics of life [selected poems].Ticknor and Fields, 1866 - 101 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 18 találatból.
8. oldal
... earth , each only as God wills Can work , God's puppets , best and worst , Are we ; there is no last nor first . Say not " a small event " ! Why " small " ? Costs it more pain than this , ye call A " great event , " should come to pass ...
... earth , each only as God wills Can work , God's puppets , best and worst , Are we ; there is no last nor first . Say not " a small event " ! Why " small " ? Costs it more pain than this , ye call A " great event , " should come to pass ...
9. oldal
... earth was nigher heaven than now : And the king's locks curled Disparting o'er a forehead full As the milk - white space ' twixt horn and horn Of some sacrificial bull- - Only calm as a babe new - born : For he was got to a sleepy mood ...
... earth was nigher heaven than now : And the king's locks curled Disparting o'er a forehead full As the milk - white space ' twixt horn and horn Of some sacrificial bull- - Only calm as a babe new - born : For he was got to a sleepy mood ...
40. oldal
... AY but you , who do not love her , Is she not pure gold , my mistress ? Holds earth aught , — speak truth , — above her ? Aught like this tress , see , and this tress , IN CIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . And this last 40 LYRICS OF LIFE .
... AY but you , who do not love her , Is she not pure gold , my mistress ? Holds earth aught , — speak truth , — above her ? Aught like this tress , see , and this tress , IN CIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . And this last 40 LYRICS OF LIFE .
41. oldal
... earth holds aught - speak truth- above her ? Above this tress , and this I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . YOU know , we French stormed Ratisbon : You A mile or so away On a little mound ...
... earth holds aught - speak truth- above her ? Above this tress , and this I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . YOU know , we French stormed Ratisbon : You A mile or so away On a little mound ...
44. oldal
... earth ; Entered in flesh , the empty cell , Lived there , and played the craftsman well : And morning , evening ... earth content . ( He did God's will ; to him , all one If on the earth or in the sun . ) God said , " A praise is in mine ...
... earth ; Entered in flesh , the empty cell , Lived there , and played the craftsman well : And morning , evening ... earth content . ( He did God's will ; to him , all one If on the earth or in the sun . ) God said , " A praise is in mine ...
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angel beside blue break breast breathed bring broke cheek clear cried dare darkness dead Dear death doubt dropped earth eyes face fear feet flowers follow friends galloped gave give gold grew hand head heard heart heaven hold hope Italy June keep King King Charles land laugh leave lies light lips live look love's March Mayor minute morning mouth never night o'er once opened paint pass past peace pipe Piper poor praise prove rats rest ride rose round seemed side sight sing smile song soul speak speech stand star step stood stopped sure sweet there's thou thought Till touch turned voice wide wind wings wonder
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26. oldal - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service!
55. oldal - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!"— and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
98. oldal - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
35. oldal - Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe...
56. oldal - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
17. oldal - E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is...
12. oldal - KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing : And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
41. oldal - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
16. oldal - That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra' Pandolf s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra
33. oldal - I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad, and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.