The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Том 8,Страницы 3149-3742H. Holt, 1912 - Всего страниц: 3742 |
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Стр. 3163
... hath near consigned us , We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that's left behind us . SONG 3163 Thomas Moore [ 1779-1852 ] IN LEINSTER I TRY to knead and spin , but my life is low the while . Oh , I long to be alone , and walk abroad ...
... hath near consigned us , We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that's left behind us . SONG 3163 Thomas Moore [ 1779-1852 ] IN LEINSTER I TRY to knead and spin , but my life is low the while . Oh , I long to be alone , and walk abroad ...
Стр. 3165
... hath not saved some trifling thing More prized than jewels rare-- A faded flower , a broken ring , A tress of golden hair ? Ellen Clementine Howarth [ 1827-1899 ] TO EACH HIS OWN EACH hath his drug for Sorrow ( Or else the pain would ...
... hath not saved some trifling thing More prized than jewels rare-- A faded flower , a broken ring , A tress of golden hair ? Ellen Clementine Howarth [ 1827-1899 ] TO EACH HIS OWN EACH hath his drug for Sorrow ( Or else the pain would ...
Стр. 3178
... Hath not the dear little hand a tongue , When it stirs on my palm for the love of me ? Do I not know she is pretty and young ? Hath not my soul an eye to see ? ' Tis pleasure to make one's bosom stir , To wonder how things appear to her ...
... Hath not the dear little hand a tongue , When it stirs on my palm for the love of me ? Do I not know she is pretty and young ? Hath not my soul an eye to see ? ' Tis pleasure to make one's bosom stir , To wonder how things appear to her ...
Стр. 3193
... hath at will More quaint and subtle ways to kill : A smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . James Shirley [ 1596–1666 ] MAN'S MORTALITY From " Microbiblion " LIKE as the damask rose you ...
... hath at will More quaint and subtle ways to kill : A smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . James Shirley [ 1596–1666 ] MAN'S MORTALITY From " Microbiblion " LIKE as the damask rose you ...
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... Hath for countless years rolled on . Back from the tomb No step has come , There fixed till the last thunder's sound ... hath borne ; The brow of the priest , that the mitre hath worn ; The eyes of the sage , and the heart of the brave ...
... Hath for countless years rolled on . Back from the tomb No step has come , There fixed till the last thunder's sound ... hath borne ; The brow of the priest , that the mitre hath worn ; The eyes of the sage , and the heart of the brave ...
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Стр. 3265 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
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. 3299 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad...
Стр. 3157 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts...
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. 3402 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Стр. 3541 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
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.