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Стр. 222 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Стр. 51 - It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Стр. 196 - We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her. Crying, 'Get up, little Alice! it is day.
Стр. 151 - THERE'S blood between us, love, my love. There's father's blood, there's brother's blood; And blood's a bar I cannot pass: I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud...
Стр. 98 - IN the greenest growth of the Maytime, I rode where the woods were wet, Between the dawn and the daytime ; The spring was glad that we met. There was something the season wanted, Though the ways and the woods smelt sweet ; The breath at your lips that panted, The pulse of the grass at your feet.
Стр. 294 - It seemed to me there was so much to say and so little time in which to say it that each day went flying by, bringing us one day nearer the separation.
Стр. 42 - love," and " dove," and " sever," " never,'' Though hope, though passion may be past, Their perfume is as sweet as ever.
Стр. 257 - Cantet nunc lo Chorus angelorum ; Cantet nunc aula coelestium, Gloria In excelsis Deo : Venite adoremus, etc.
Стр. 42 - Though hope, though passion may be past, Their perfume seems — ah, sweet as ever. A human heart should beat for two, Whate'er may say your single scorners; And all the hearths I ever knew Had got a pair of chimney-corners. See here a double violet — Two locks of hair — A deal of scandal ; I'll burn what only brings regret — Kitty, go, fetch a lighted candle.