A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Том 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Riverside Press, 1895 |
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... BREATH OF AVON · Francis , Earl of Rosslyn THE FIRST KISS JOHN THE PILGRIM NATURA BENIGNA BEDTIME MEMORY • 256 NATURA MALIGNA 267 269 269 270 270 270 271 . 271 256 Sir Lewis Morris David Gray AT LAST SONG 256 THE DEAR OLD TOILING ONE ...
... BREATH OF AVON · Francis , Earl of Rosslyn THE FIRST KISS JOHN THE PILGRIM NATURA BENIGNA BEDTIME MEMORY • 256 NATURA MALIGNA 267 269 269 270 270 270 271 . 271 256 Sir Lewis Morris David Gray AT LAST SONG 256 THE DEAR OLD TOILING ONE ...
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... breath , and would have turn'd it into words , But could not into one . 66 " O send away That sad old man ! " said she . The old man went Without a warning from his master's son , Glad to escape , for sorely he now fear'd , And the axe ...
... breath , and would have turn'd it into words , But could not into one . 66 " O send away That sad old man ! " said she . The old man went Without a warning from his master's son , Glad to escape , for sorely he now fear'd , And the axe ...
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... breath Of God . Awake , ye nations ! spring to life ! Let the last work of his right hand appear Fresh with his image , Man . FROM " GEBIR " TAMAR AND THE NYMPH " " TWAS evening , though not sunset , and the tide , Level with these ...
... breath Of God . Awake , ye nations ! spring to life ! Let the last work of his right hand appear Fresh with his image , Man . FROM " GEBIR " TAMAR AND THE NYMPH " " TWAS evening , though not sunset , and the tide , Level with these ...
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... breath when tightly bound , If struggle and equal strength should so constrain . ' Thus , pulling hard to fasten it , she spake , And , rushing at me , clos'd : I thrill'd throughout And seem'd to lessen and shrink up with cold . Again ...
... breath when tightly bound , If struggle and equal strength should so constrain . ' Thus , pulling hard to fasten it , she spake , And , rushing at me , clos'd : I thrill'd throughout And seem'd to lessen and shrink up with cold . Again ...
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... breath , Retaining youth , rewarding constancy . CHILD OF A DAY CHILD of a day , thou knowest not The tears that overflow thine urn , The gushing eyes that read thy lot , Nor , if thou knewest , couldst return . And why the wish ! the ...
... breath , Retaining youth , rewarding constancy . CHILD OF A DAY CHILD of a day , thou knowest not The tears that overflow thine urn , The gushing eyes that read thy lot , Nor , if thou knewest , couldst return . And why the wish ! the ...
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Стр. 224 - DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Стр. 195 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Стр. 120 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers. One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers. Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses. Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Стр. 194 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Стр. 224 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Стр. 340 - Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Стр. 193 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Стр. 197 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 57 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Стр. 114 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.