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The poets of the first half of the reign; The novelist poets
Henry Fitz Randolph
Повний перегляд - 1888
Alfred Domett angels Arezzo Artemis aweary beauty birds BOOK born BOTHIE OF TOBER-NA-VUOLICH Bouillabaisse boys breast breath brow CANTO child cloud Cusha dark dear death door doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet fire friends Gaul gleam God's golden Guido Guinevere hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Horne hope JEAN INGELOW King kissed leave light live look Lord Lord Tennyson love thee love's Marian marriage Miletus mind morn mother never night nought o'er once Orion pale Philip Poems Poets Pompilia Princess Ida Punch Robert Browning Rome round sail Scenes from Clerical seems shadow shine sigh sing sleep smile song soul speak spirit stars strong sweet tears There's thine things thought thro uppe vext voice W1ll1am Makepeace Thackeray whence and whither wife wild wind
Сторінка 60 - GROW old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be afraid...
Сторінка 76 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
Сторінка 65 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped ; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Сторінка 33 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Сторінка 76 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Сторінка 15 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Сторінка 8 - Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Сторінка 77 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Сторінка 35 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.