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Strona 371
... Heart BEDDOES . A Lover's Vehement Protestation Death The Labour of Life Prisoned Thoughts Argument for Mercy Devoted Love A City Festival BERANGER . Time Jupiter ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... :: ... ... ... :: ... 138 166 168 278 ...
... Heart BEDDOES . A Lover's Vehement Protestation Death The Labour of Life Prisoned Thoughts Argument for Mercy Devoted Love A City Festival BERANGER . Time Jupiter ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... :: ... ... ... :: ... 138 166 168 278 ...
Strona 383
... Heart : : : : 0 . page 288 : : 298 143 266 ... 314 ... 439 : ... 362 391 : : : : : OLD PLAY . Rumour Seeming ... OSGOOD , MRS . May - day in New England OUSELEY , T. J. Song of the Earth to the Moon PEABODY . The Autumnal Evening ...
... Heart : : : : 0 . page 288 : : 298 143 266 ... 314 ... 439 : ... 362 391 : : : : : OLD PLAY . Rumour Seeming ... OSGOOD , MRS . May - day in New England OUSELEY , T. J. Song of the Earth to the Moon PEABODY . The Autumnal Evening ...
Strona 394
... heart of the Infinite beats even , Untroubled flows the river of His peace . He asks no taper lights , on high surrounding The priestly altar and the saintly grave . No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding , Nor incense clouding up ...
... heart of the Infinite beats even , Untroubled flows the river of His peace . He asks no taper lights , on high surrounding The priestly altar and the saintly grave . No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding , Nor incense clouding up ...
Strona 406
... heart , lest thou betray The place where thy beloved are at rest ! ” And he , who wore the crown of asphodels , Descending , at my door began to knock , And my soul sank within me , as in wells The waters sink before an earthquake's ...
... heart , lest thou betray The place where thy beloved are at rest ! ” And he , who wore the crown of asphodels , Descending , at my door began to knock , And my soul sank within me , as in wells The waters sink before an earthquake's ...
Strona 410
... heart is breaking . She clung to me With piteous arms , and shook me with her sobs : For she had lost her world , her heaven , her God , And now had nought but me and her great wrong . She did not kill me with a single word , But once ...
... heart is breaking . She clung to me With piteous arms , and shook me with her sobs : For she had lost her world , her heaven , her God , And now had nought but me and her great wrong . She did not kill me with a single word , But once ...
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Strona 499 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Strona 459 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
Strona 444 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Strona 459 - mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? — Ah, woful when! Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it...
Strona 417 - And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Strona 456 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar and to anticipate the skies.
Strona 499 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Strona 416 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Strona 502 - WiLL you walk into my parlour'?" said the Spider to the Fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a -winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.
Strona 461 - Yet abandon'd to thy will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush ; Like the linnet in the bush To the mother-linnet's note Moduling her slender throat ; Chirping forth thy petty joys, Wanton in the change of toys, Like the linnet green, in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad...