Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - Всего страниц: 291 |
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... dead ! Then are the words of the true and faithful poet helpful . He never sounds the note of despair ; doubt never sweeps darkly across his soul . But the spirit world itself becomes visible to him ; he is looking out from the ...
... dead ! Then are the words of the true and faithful poet helpful . He never sounds the note of despair ; doubt never sweeps darkly across his soul . But the spirit world itself becomes visible to him ; he is looking out from the ...
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... dead , the child of our affection , But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection , And Christ himself doth rule . In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion , By guardian angels led , Safe from ...
... dead , the child of our affection , But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection , And Christ himself doth rule . In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion , By guardian angels led , Safe from ...
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... dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal : " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our ...
... dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal : " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our ...
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... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time : Footprints ...
... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time : Footprints ...
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Hugh Reginald Haweis. That men may rise on stepping - stones Of their dead selves to higher things . Many persons on reading the " In Memoriam , " have inquired who it is that is referred to . Long- fellow informs us : Saint Augustine ...
Hugh Reginald Haweis. That men may rise on stepping - stones Of their dead selves to higher things . Many persons on reading the " In Memoriam , " have inquired who it is that is referred to . Long- fellow informs us : Saint Augustine ...
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Стр. 248 - Earth has not anything to show more fair ! Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty. This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning : silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples, lie Open unto the fields and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Стр. 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Стр. 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Стр. 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Стр. 275 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Стр. 237 - 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. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Стр. 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Стр. 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.