A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Tom 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 |
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... TREE THE END OF THE PLAY · Charles Dickens Charles Kingsley FROM " THE SAINT'S TRAGEDY " THE SANDS OF DEE THE THREE FISHERS • 305 305 John Beitch 306 306 THE LAIRD OF SCHELYNLAW • 6 Jean Ingelow 307 · THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF ...
... TREE THE END OF THE PLAY · Charles Dickens Charles Kingsley FROM " THE SAINT'S TRAGEDY " THE SANDS OF DEE THE THREE FISHERS • 305 305 John Beitch 306 306 THE LAIRD OF SCHELYNLAW • 6 Jean Ingelow 307 · THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF ...
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... TREE BETWEEN THE SHOWERS IN THE MILE END ROAD TO VERNON LEE : Arthur Reed Ropes IN PACE ON THE BRIDGE John Arthur Blaikie Elizabeth Craigmple 568 569 SOLWAY SANDS Ernest Rhys ABSENCE SONG LOVE'S SECRET NAME 569 LONDON FEAST · 569 AN ...
... TREE BETWEEN THE SHOWERS IN THE MILE END ROAD TO VERNON LEE : Arthur Reed Ropes IN PACE ON THE BRIDGE John Arthur Blaikie Elizabeth Craigmple 568 569 SOLWAY SANDS Ernest Rhys ABSENCE SONG LOVE'S SECRET NAME 569 LONDON FEAST · 569 AN ...
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... tree it must be hollow ; for some god Speaks from within . Come thyself near . " Again Both turn'd toward it : and ... tree ? My father wants The bark ; the tree may hold its place awhile 4 DISTINCTIVE POETS AND DRAMATISTS.
... tree it must be hollow ; for some god Speaks from within . Come thyself near . " Again Both turn'd toward it : and ... tree ? My father wants The bark ; the tree may hold its place awhile 4 DISTINCTIVE POETS AND DRAMATISTS.
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... tree may hold its place awhile . Hamad . Awhile ? thy father numbers then my days ? Rhaicos . Are there no others where the moss beneath Is quite as tufty ? Who would send thee forth Or ask thee why thou tarriest ? Is thy flock Anywhere ...
... tree may hold its place awhile . Hamad . Awhile ? thy father numbers then my days ? Rhaicos . Are there no others where the moss beneath Is quite as tufty ? Who would send thee forth Or ask thee why thou tarriest ? Is thy flock Anywhere ...
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... tree , Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above , While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seem'd to show me with their nods , Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots , A ...
... tree , Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above , While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seem'd to show me with their nods , Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots , A ...
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Strona 201 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Strona 201 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Strona 347 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits, full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Strona 174 - I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say Behold I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live.
Strona 118 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Strona 172 - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...
Strona 57 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Strona 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Strona 27 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Strona 153 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.