A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 oldal |
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... Spring a kind of blackthorn Winter , as it were ; and sometimes in the Summer there are dark days . The saints ' days have only now and then been marked , when any specially striking poem fitted them , and in the case of Christmas ...
... Spring a kind of blackthorn Winter , as it were ; and sometimes in the Summer there are dark days . The saints ' days have only now and then been marked , when any specially striking poem fitted them , and in the case of Christmas ...
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... Unwin ; to Mr. A. E. Housman for four from " A Shrop- shire Lad " ( Grant Richards ) ; to Mr. W. D. Howells for " Earliest Spring " ; to Mr. J. Meade Falkner for " The Last Church " and " Theocritus in Fleet Street " ; to the Very viii.
... Unwin ; to Mr. A. E. Housman for four from " A Shrop- shire Lad " ( Grant Richards ) ; to Mr. W. D. Howells for " Earliest Spring " ; to Mr. J. Meade Falkner for " The Last Church " and " Theocritus in Fleet Street " ; to the Very viii.
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... Spring of the Year 8. Adieux à Marie Stuart 9. White Rose in Red Rose- Garden 10. Glad , but not Flushed with Gladness · II . And was the Day of Our Delight 12. Waiting 13. Content 14. The First Spring Day 15. Benediction 16. Perplext ...
... Spring of the Year 8. Adieux à Marie Stuart 9. White Rose in Red Rose- Garden 10. Glad , but not Flushed with Gladness · II . And was the Day of Our Delight 12. Waiting 13. Content 14. The First Spring Day 15. Benediction 16. Perplext ...
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... Spring 29. Sing Cuckoo 30. The House of Sleep 1. Corinna's Maying · - · · · · - · Sir Philip Sidney William Wordsworth Geraldine M. Seymour Percy Bysshe Shelley William Wordsworth and John Logan Edmund Spenser Francis Beaumont and ...
... Spring 29. Sing Cuckoo 30. The House of Sleep 1. Corinna's Maying · - · · · · - · Sir Philip Sidney William Wordsworth Geraldine M. Seymour Percy Bysshe Shelley William Wordsworth and John Logan Edmund Spenser Francis Beaumont and ...
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... springtime Earth has not anything to show more fair Even in the spring and playtime of the year Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will Fair daffodils , we weep to see Fair now is the springtide · · · May 28 Aug. 26 - July Feb. 9 17 ...
... springtime Earth has not anything to show more fair Even in the spring and playtime of the year Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will Fair daffodils , we weep to see Fair now is the springtide · · · May 28 Aug. 26 - July Feb. 9 17 ...
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A Book of Remembrance: Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the Year ... Elizabeth Godfrey Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
A Book of Remembrance: Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the Year ... Elizabeth Godfrey Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
291. 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.
98. oldal - 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.
213. oldal - 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...
86. oldal - 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...
15. oldal - 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.
374. oldal - 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.
121. oldal - 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.
316. oldal - 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!
9. oldal - 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.
314. oldal - 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?