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Strona viii
page 289 324 334 EGREMONT , EARL OF . . . The Fair Thief . . . . . . . . . · ELBERT
, THEODORE . The Homes of England . . . The Cliffs of the Isle of Wight ELLIOTT ,
EBENEZER . Elegy on Cobbett · . . . Down into the Grave One of the Homes .
page 289 324 334 EGREMONT , EARL OF . . . The Fair Thief . . . . . . . . . · ELBERT
, THEODORE . The Homes of England . . . The Cliffs of the Isle of Wight ELLIOTT ,
EBENEZER . Elegy on Cobbett · . . . Down into the Grave One of the Homes .
Strona 91
... them , O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves , As garments
by the soul laid by , And precious only to ourselves . Take them , O great Eternity !
Our little life BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 91.
... them , O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves , As garments
by the soul laid by , And precious only to ourselves . Take them , O great Eternity !
Our little life BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 91.
Strona 108
... On every leaf of this , - unless the drops Slid heavily on one side and left it dry .
That chances often : inany a fervid man Writes books as cold and flat as grave -
yard stones : From which the lichen ' s scraped ; and 108 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... On every leaf of this , - unless the drops Slid heavily on one side and left it dry .
That chances often : inany a fervid man Writes books as cold and flat as grave -
yard stones : From which the lichen ' s scraped ; and 108 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
Strona 147
... leaves Those who remain behind nor sobs nor groans , The passionate tumult
of a clinging hope ; But pale despair and cold tranquillity , Nature ' s vast frame ,
the web of human things , Birth and the grave , that are not as they were .
... leaves Those who remain behind nor sobs nor groans , The passionate tumult
of a clinging hope ; But pale despair and cold tranquillity , Nature ' s vast frame ,
the web of human things , Birth and the grave , that are not as they were .
Strona 153
In the churchyard Where now he sleeps - - the day before be died , Silent we sat
together on a grave ; Till gently laying his pale hand on mine , Pale in the
moonlight that was coldly sleeping On heaving sod and marble monument ,This
was the ...
In the churchyard Where now he sleeps - - the day before be died , Silent we sat
together on a grave ; Till gently laying his pale hand on mine , Pale in the
moonlight that was coldly sleeping On heaving sod and marble monument ,This
was the ...
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Strona 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Strona 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Strona 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Strona 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Strona 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Strona 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Strona 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Strona 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.