Pencilings and Sketches of the Poets: A Record of Memory and LoveM.T. Downing, 1867 - 379 стор. |
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... nearer , I approach Thee , Nor pause , till prostrate at Thy feet ; Refuse me not , my Lord and Master , This commune short , these moments brief . Here ' neath the shadow of Thy woes , I CRUCIFIXION . 5 PAGE CRUCIFIXION.
... nearer , I approach Thee , Nor pause , till prostrate at Thy feet ; Refuse me not , my Lord and Master , This commune short , these moments brief . Here ' neath the shadow of Thy woes , I CRUCIFIXION . 5 PAGE CRUCIFIXION.
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... lord the beast . " Now Heaven forefend ! " the hero cried , " That ere to chase or battle more , These limbs the sacred beast bestride That once my Maker's image bore . If not a boon allowed to thee , Thy Lord 34 JOHANN CHRISTOPH ...
... lord the beast . " Now Heaven forefend ! " the hero cried , " That ere to chase or battle more , These limbs the sacred beast bestride That once my Maker's image bore . If not a boon allowed to thee , Thy Lord 34 JOHANN CHRISTOPH ...
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... Lord and mine its master be- My tribute to the King ! From whom I hold as fiefs since birth , Honor , renown , the goods of earth- Life and each living thing . " So may the God who faileth never To hear the weak and guide the dim , To ...
... Lord and mine its master be- My tribute to the King ! From whom I hold as fiefs since birth , Honor , renown , the goods of earth- Life and each living thing . " So may the God who faileth never To hear the weak and guide the dim , To ...
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... Lord , that Thou hast kept The best in store . To have enough , yet not too much To long for more ; A yearning for a deeper peace , Not known before . " I thank Thee , Lord , that here our souls , Though amply blest , Can never find ...
... Lord , that Thou hast kept The best in store . To have enough , yet not too much To long for more ; A yearning for a deeper peace , Not known before . " I thank Thee , Lord , that here our souls , Though amply blest , Can never find ...
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... Lord calls , in their extreme youth , the beautiful , the gifted , the sunlight of our homes , they who have been with us so short a time , and yet have left a life - long record . Miss Proctor was surely one of these ; long and ...
... Lord calls , in their extreme youth , the beautiful , the gifted , the sunlight of our homes , they who have been with us so short a time , and yet have left a life - long record . Miss Proctor was surely one of these ; long and ...
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Agnes ALFRED TENNYSON angel angel band Ave Maria baby smile Beadsman beautiful beloved sleep bless breast breath bright brow charm cheek child crown dark darling dead dear death deep dream dreary earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Endymion Enoch Arden eyes face fair fancy father fear feel gaze genius gentle giveth His beloved goblet golden Goldsmith grace hand happy hath head hear heart Heaven holy hope hour Johnson Keats king knee Limours lips lonely look Lord Madeline memory merry mind morn mother myrrh never night noble o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale poem poet Porphyro pray prayer rest ROBERT BURNS round SAMUEL JOHNSON says Schiller shadows shine silent smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tell tender thee Theodore Tilton thine thou hast thought Thro tion tones Walter Scott wandering weary wild words young youth
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Сторінка 242 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 221 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 138 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap: More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated, overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Сторінка 227 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Сторінка 238 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
Сторінка 252 - 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; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure...
Сторінка 268 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Сторінка 233 - O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom Which none but secret sisterhood may see, When they St. Agnes' wool are weaving piously." XIV. "St. Agnes! Ah! it is St. Agnes' Eve — Yet men will murder upon holy days.
Сторінка 329 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Сторінка 240 - A table, and, half anguished, threw thereon A cloth of woven crimson, gold, and jet : — O for some drowsy Morphean amulet ! The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion, The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionet, Affray his ears, though but in dying tone : — The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone.