The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 |
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... living British poets . Milman is in the classical style . His chaste and beautiful com- positions remind one of a Grecian temple , towering towards Heaven in the severe majesty of its just proportions ; while those of Mrs. Howitt ...
... living British poets . Milman is in the classical style . His chaste and beautiful com- positions remind one of a Grecian temple , towering towards Heaven in the severe majesty of its just proportions ; while those of Mrs. Howitt ...
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... living at Esher , in Surrey . MARY HOWITT was born at Coleford , in Glouces- tershire , where her parents were making a tem- porary residence ; but shortly after her birth they Mary Howitt published jointly with her hus- returned to ...
... living at Esher , in Surrey . MARY HOWITT was born at Coleford , in Glouces- tershire , where her parents were making a tem- porary residence ; but shortly after her birth they Mary Howitt published jointly with her hus- returned to ...
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... living British poets . Milman is in the classical style . His chaste and beautiful com- positions remind one of a Grecian temple , towering towards Heaven in the severe majesty of its just proportions ; while those of Mrs. Howitt ...
... living British poets . Milman is in the classical style . His chaste and beautiful com- positions remind one of a Grecian temple , towering towards Heaven in the severe majesty of its just proportions ; while those of Mrs. Howitt ...
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... living fountains to behold the wise , - The good , the glorified ! to be with God , And Christ , who passed through death that I might live ! Oh I should long for death , but for one tie , One lingering tie that binds me to the earth ...
... living fountains to behold the wise , - The good , the glorified ! to be with God , And Christ , who passed through death that I might live ! Oh I should long for death , but for one tie , One lingering tie that binds me to the earth ...
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... living waters pour , Drink and thou shalt thirst no more , Dweller in eternity ! No more toiling - no more sadness ! Welcome to immortal gladness , Beauty and unending youth ! Thou that hast been deeply tried , And like gold been ...
... living waters pour , Drink and thou shalt thirst no more , Dweller in eternity ! No more toiling - no more sadness ! Welcome to immortal gladness , Beauty and unending youth ! Thou that hast been deeply tried , And like gold been ...
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Strona 423 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Strona 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Strona 20 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Strona 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Strona 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Strona 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Strona 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Strona 119 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Strona 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Strona 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...