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Strona 66
Cease, thou too sanguine heart, Exulting in the prospect now so fair; Too glad,
too gay thou art, Remember grief may reach thee even there. Instead of
dreamings vain, Of joys thou fondly hopest shall be thine, Bethink thee of the pain
That sin ...
Cease, thou too sanguine heart, Exulting in the prospect now so fair; Too glad,
too gay thou art, Remember grief may reach thee even there. Instead of
dreamings vain, Of joys thou fondly hopest shall be thine, Bethink thee of the pain
That sin ...
Strona 67
By every wayside flower, By every fountain rippling in its glee, By every day and
hour, Draw me, oh Father ! nearer still to thee." A TESTIMONY. This very clever
poem was contributed to a periodical called The Germ, commenced by a party of
...
By every wayside flower, By every fountain rippling in its glee, By every day and
hour, Draw me, oh Father ! nearer still to thee." A TESTIMONY. This very clever
poem was contributed to a periodical called The Germ, commenced by a party of
...
Strona 78
Beautiful poetry. Fallen angel, the wings which, in pilgrimage human, The fates
have withheld, I shall render to thee ! " Lets drink of the rapturous kisses of
woman ; For death wears no longer its terrors for me. "Again will I come," she
pursues, ...
Beautiful poetry. Fallen angel, the wings which, in pilgrimage human, The fates
have withheld, I shall render to thee ! " Lets drink of the rapturous kisses of
woman ; For death wears no longer its terrors for me. "Again will I come," she
pursues, ...
Strona 81
How oft since I this rock have made my bed, The kite its plumes, the oak its fruit
hath shed ! My soul, oh God, possess'd but by Thy praise, Heeds not time's
records, nor distinctive days. To him whose ohe desire is bound in Thee All
BEAUTIFd.
How oft since I this rock have made my bed, The kite its plumes, the oak its fruit
hath shed ! My soul, oh God, possess'd but by Thy praise, Heeds not time's
records, nor distinctive days. To him whose ohe desire is bound in Thee All
BEAUTIFd.
Strona 82
To him whose ohe desire is bound in Thee All time is but one day — that day,
eternity ! By silence and long solitude, My senses are grown dull and rude ; My
ears unskill'd in human sounds remain ; To frame its tones my mouth essays in
Tain.
To him whose ohe desire is bound in Thee All time is but one day — that day,
eternity ! By silence and long solitude, My senses are grown dull and rude ; My
ears unskill'd in human sounds remain ; To frame its tones my mouth essays in
Tain.
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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...
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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.
Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Beautiful poetry |
| Autor | Beautiful poetry |
| Data wydania | 1858 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Oksfordzki |
| W formie cyfrowej | 27 Wrz 2006 |
| Eksportuj cytowanie | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |