Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Випуск 310,Том 11871 |
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... beneath the sun , He tarried and gave forth his artless song . The bird that sings with the dawn , sings not for long , Only when dew is on the grass his breast Quivers , but his voice is silent long ere noon . So sang he once , but ...
... beneath the sun , He tarried and gave forth his artless song . The bird that sings with the dawn , sings not for long , Only when dew is on the grass his breast Quivers , but his voice is silent long ere noon . So sang he once , but ...
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... beneath the hill ; And now soft dews refresh the arid plain ; And now the fair bird's voice begins to thrill ; With hidden dolours making sweet her strain , And wakes the woods that all day were so still . Stay , O sweet day , nor fleet ...
... beneath the hill ; And now soft dews refresh the arid plain ; And now the fair bird's voice begins to thrill ; With hidden dolours making sweet her strain , And wakes the woods that all day were so still . Stay , O sweet day , nor fleet ...
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... beneath who was drowned long ago , And was " Aged eleven years . " And heard , with a new - born terror , The first surge of the infinite Sea , Whose hither - shore is the shore of Death , And whose further , the Life to be . Did the ...
... beneath who was drowned long ago , And was " Aged eleven years . " And heard , with a new - born terror , The first surge of the infinite Sea , Whose hither - shore is the shore of Death , And whose further , the Life to be . Did the ...
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... beneath : And fancy - nurtured cam'st to be Queen over sky and earth and sea . Oh , sin ! oh , shame ! oh , folly ! Rise ; Poor heathen , think to what you bow ; Consider , beyond God's equal skies , What pains that faithful soul must ...
... beneath : And fancy - nurtured cam'st to be Queen over sky and earth and sea . Oh , sin ! oh , shame ! oh , folly ! Rise ; Poor heathen , think to what you bow ; Consider , beyond God's equal skies , What pains that faithful soul must ...
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... beneath Whirled her sea - ward to her death , Angry that she was so fair . Tossed her , beat her , till no more Rage could do , through all the night ; Then with morning's ghastly light , Flung her down upon the shore . Mother ! when ...
... beneath Whirled her sea - ward to her death , Angry that she was so fair . Tossed her , beat her , till no more Rage could do , through all the night ; Then with morning's ghastly light , Flung her down upon the shore . Mother ! when ...
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æther Aphrodite aught beneath blind blooms brain breath burning song calm childish cold crown cruel jaws dark dark harbour day by day dead death deep depths divine doth doubt dread dream dull dumb earth eternal evermore eyes face fade faint fair faith fame fierce flow flowers gone gray grew grow hand heart heaven heaven's gate hidden hill hope knew life's light live Lord love is dead mind mistress loved mother mystical neath night OLD MINSTER pain passionate past poor pure purple clover rise roll round shame shining shore sighs silent sink smile smiling queen soaring sometimes song soul sound southernwood spring stain star strange sweet sweet day swift tears tender thee thine things thou thought thrill throne toil truth voice VOLHYNIA waves weak weary WEARY RIVER wind wise words youth
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Сторінка 120 - Mirth and enjoyment to-day turn to ".Lo! He hath made all things ; good and evil, sorrow and pleasure ; Not as your ways are His ways, yet are ye not all in His hand? Just is He, though ye know not the measure wherewith He will measure; Dark things shall one day be clear; to obey is to understand ! " Thus that voice, solemn and grand.
Сторінка 123 - Take thou no care for aught save truth and right ; Content, if such thy fate, to die obscure ; Wealth palls and honours, Fame may not endure, And loftier souls soon weary of delight. Keep innocence ; be all a true man ought ; Let neither pleasure tempt, nor pains appal : Who hath this, he hath all things, having naught ; Who hath it not, hath nothing, having all.
Сторінка 163 - But we are dumb, we are dumb, and may not tell What stirs within us, though the soul may throb And tremble with its passion, though the heart Dissolve in weeping : dumb. Nature may spread Sublimest sights of beauty ; Art inspire High thoughts and pure of God-like sacrifice ; Yet no word comes. Heroic daring deeds Thrill us, yet no word comes ; we are dumb, we are dumb, Save that from finer souls at times may rise, Once in an age, faint inarticulate sounds, Low halting tones of wonder, such as come...
Сторінка 10 - Thrill through thee ere thy song be done : Because the Summer fleets so fast ; Because the Autumn fades so soon ; Because the deadly Winter treads So closely on the steps of June ? O sweet Maid, opening like a rose In Love's mysterious, honeyed air, Dost think sometimes the day will come When thou...
Сторінка 11 - O brave youth, panting for the fight, To conquer wrong and win thee fame, Dost see thyself grown old and spent, And thine a still unhonoured name : When all thy hopes have come to naught, And all thy fair schemes droop and pine And wrong still lifts her hydra heads To fall to younger arms than thine ? Nay ; song and love and lofty aims May never be where faith is not ; Strong souls within the present live ; The future veiled, — the past forgot : Grasping what is, with hands of steel, They bend...
Сторінка 222 - Or an agonised cry, As the loved face came not with the comrades she knew And the rough soldiers found not a word to reply. And pitiful hands led her softly away, With a loving heart rent and broken in twain ; And the triumph sweeps onward, in gallant array, — The life and the hope, the despair and the pain. Where was it? In Egypt, Assyria, Greece, Rome? Ages since, or to-day; in the old world, or new ? Who shall tell ? From all time these strange histories come ; And to-day, as of old, the same...