Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... give , or know . All green hills then will hold their gift Forth to my joying eyes ; The mountains blue will then uplift My spirit to the skies . The falling water then will sound As if for me alone ; Nay , will not blessing more abound ...
... give , or know . All green hills then will hold their gift Forth to my joying eyes ; The mountains blue will then uplift My spirit to the skies . The falling water then will sound As if for me alone ; Nay , will not blessing more abound ...
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... truth to wandering men : Give true hearts but earth and sky , And some flowers to bloom and die , — Homely scenes and simple views , Lowly thoughts may best infuse . See the soft green willow springing Where the waters gently LESSONS . 21.
... truth to wandering men : Give true hearts but earth and sky , And some flowers to bloom and die , — Homely scenes and simple views , Lowly thoughts may best infuse . See the soft green willow springing Where the waters gently LESSONS . 21.
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... give thanks and live On the least that Heaven may give . If , the quiet brooklet leaving , Up the stony vale I wind , Haply , half in fancy grieving For the shades I leave behind , By the dusty wayside drear , Nightingales with joyous ...
... give thanks and live On the least that Heaven may give . If , the quiet brooklet leaving , Up the stony vale I wind , Haply , half in fancy grieving For the shades I leave behind , By the dusty wayside drear , Nightingales with joyous ...
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... Give me a heart to find out Thee , And read Thee every where . KEBLE . THE SKYLARK . How the blithe Lark runs up the golden stair That leans thro ' cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth , And , all alone in the empyreal air , Fills it with ...
... Give me a heart to find out Thee , And read Thee every where . KEBLE . THE SKYLARK . How the blithe Lark runs up the golden stair That leans thro ' cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth , And , all alone in the empyreal air , Fills it with ...
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... give delight . Sing in the silent sky , Glad soaring bird ; Sing out thy notes on high To sunbeam straying by Or passing cloud ; Heedless if thou art heard Sing thy full song aloud . Oh , that it were with me As with the flower ...
... give delight . Sing in the silent sky , Glad soaring bird ; Sing out thy notes on high To sunbeam straying by Or passing cloud ; Heedless if thou art heard Sing thy full song aloud . Oh , that it were with me As with the flower ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty beloved beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear feet FELICIA HEMANS flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD glory God's golden grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW light live look Lord love thee MATTHEW ARNOLD morn nest night o'er peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars strife sweet tears tender thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought thro toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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Стр. 84 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; R1ng out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Стр. 11 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 225 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 232 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Стр. 54 - SWEET Day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Стр. 228 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Стр. 88 - And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport...
Стр. 207 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Стр. 24 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 253 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.