Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... London town , Just out of the bustle of square and street ? Little white cottages all in a row , Gardens where bachelors ' - buttons grow , Swallows ' nests in roof and wall , And up above the still blue sky , Where the woolly white ...
... London town , Just out of the bustle of square and street ? Little white cottages all in a row , Gardens where bachelors ' - buttons grow , Swallows ' nests in roof and wall , And up above the still blue sky , Where the woolly white ...
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... London town , Gray miles long ; He wandered up and he wandered down , Singing a quiet song . He came to the desert of London town , Mirk 3362 Sentinel Songs.
... London town , Gray miles long ; He wandered up and he wandered down , Singing a quiet song . He came to the desert of London town , Mirk 3362 Sentinel Songs.
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He came to the desert of London town , Mirk miles broad ; He wandered up and he wandered down , Ever alone with God . There were thousands and thousands of human kind In that desert of brick and stone : But some were deaf and some were ...
He came to the desert of London town , Mirk miles broad ; He wandered up and he wandered down , Ever alone with God . There were thousands and thousands of human kind In that desert of brick and stone : But some were deaf and some were ...
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... London Punch , as that journal's apology and atonement ] You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier , You , who , with mocking pencil , wont to trace , Broad for the self - complaisant British sneer , His length of shambling limb , his ...
... London Punch , as that journal's apology and atonement ] You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier , You , who , with mocking pencil , wont to trace , Broad for the self - complaisant British sneer , His length of shambling limb , his ...
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... London lane and street . Poor Lazarus shall wait in vain , And Bartimæus still go blind ; The healing hem shall ne'er again Be touched by suffering humankind . Yet all the while I see them rest , The poor and outcast , on His breast ...
... London lane and street . Poor Lazarus shall wait in vain , And Bartimæus still go blind ; The healing hem shall ne'er again Be touched by suffering humankind . Yet all the while I see them rest , The poor and outcast , on His breast ...
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Стр. 3185 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Стр. 3450 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Стр. 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Стр. 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Стр. 3265 - 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.
Стр. 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Стр. 3288 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Стр. 3298 - And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Стр. 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Стр. 3301 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.