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A. C. Swinburne angels beauty bells bird bless blest bliss blossom breast breath bright C. S. Calverley Chatto and Windus cheek child Christ Christmas cold Coventry Patmore dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fear flowers Frederick Langbridge glad glory grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven hope Jean Ingelow John Keble kiss life's light lips live Longmans look Lord love's lover Macmillan merry morn Mortimer Collins N. P. Willis never night o'er P. J. Bailey pain peace Poems Poetical rest ring Robert Herrick rose round Routledge shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things Thomas Gordon Hake Thomas Hood thou art thought unto voice weary wedding weep wife wind XXII
Стр. 147 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Стр. 296 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Стр. 287 - And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
Стр. 23 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Стр. 355 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Стр. 144 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 316 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night,— but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Стр. 222 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair: But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.