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Strona 95
... Poets could not praise too much , Virgins come , and in a ring , Her supremest requiem sing ; Then depart , but see ye tread Lightly , lightly , o'er the dead . HERRICK . SORROW . well ; The sadness of your greatness fits BEAUTIFUL ...
... Poets could not praise too much , Virgins come , and in a ring , Her supremest requiem sing ; Then depart , but see ye tread Lightly , lightly , o'er the dead . HERRICK . SORROW . well ; The sadness of your greatness fits BEAUTIFUL ...
Strona 107
... poems which he composed in this form . On the casement frame the wind beat high , Never a star was in the sky ; All Kenneth Hold was wrapt in gloom , And Sir Everard slept in the haunted room . I sat and sang beside his bed ; - Never a ...
... poems which he composed in this form . On the casement frame the wind beat high , Never a star was in the sky ; All Kenneth Hold was wrapt in gloom , And Sir Everard slept in the haunted room . I sat and sang beside his bed ; - Never a ...
Strona 109
... poets , of a twofold life , When one life has been found enough for pain ! We , staggering ' neath our burden as ... poems to find rhymes among the stars ! THERE IS BEAUTY . From Hours with the Muses , by JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE . THERE is ...
... poets , of a twofold life , When one life has been found enough for pain ! We , staggering ' neath our burden as ... poems to find rhymes among the stars ! THERE IS BEAUTY . From Hours with the Muses , by JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE . THERE is ...
Strona 130
... Poems . ' TWAS a sunny day , and the morning psalm We sang in the church together ; We felt in our hearts the joy and calm Of the calm and joyous weather . The slow , and sweet , and sacred strain , Through every bosom stealing , Check ...
... Poems . ' TWAS a sunny day , and the morning psalm We sang in the church together ; We felt in our hearts the joy and calm Of the calm and joyous weather . The slow , and sweet , and sacred strain , Through every bosom stealing , Check ...
Strona 133
... poem flows , But still , though seldom mark'd by men , At times returns the constant close ; Still the old chorus comes again . The childish grief - the boyish fear— The hope in manhood's breast that burns ; The doubt the transport and ...
... poem flows , But still , though seldom mark'd by men , At times returns the constant close ; Still the old chorus comes again . The childish grief - the boyish fear— The hope in manhood's breast that burns ; The doubt the transport and ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty beneath bird bless bloom blue breast breath bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB CHARLES MACKAY child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop dwell earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT evermore eyes fair flowers gaze gentle GERALD MASSEY gleams glory golden country green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour John Brown kiss land light lips live maiden Mont Blanc moon morning mountain nature's night nought o'er old Saxon pass'd peterel poem poet rill river Lee ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round seem'd shade shadows shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees turn'd Twas voice wander wave weep wild wind wings
Popularne fragmenty
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.