Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Випуск 310,Том 11871 |
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... . Too Much Knowledge On a Flight of Lady - Birds On an Old Minster The Bitter Harvest : : : : : 149 152 155 157 ... ... 159 161 166 : " 167 170 ... ... 171 175 180 Of Love and Sleep Blind ... To her Picture The iv Contents .
... . Too Much Knowledge On a Flight of Lady - Birds On an Old Minster The Bitter Harvest : : : : : 149 152 155 157 ... ... 159 161 166 : " 167 170 ... ... 171 175 180 Of Love and Sleep Blind ... To her Picture The iv Contents .
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... bird Singing in fair weather , Deep in shady woodlands through the evening's dewy calm ; Every glossy feather On her full throat stirred , As she pours out , rapt , unconscious , all the sweetness of her psalm ; Mounting high , and ...
... bird Singing in fair weather , Deep in shady woodlands through the evening's dewy calm ; Every glossy feather On her full throat stirred , As she pours out , rapt , unconscious , all the sweetness of her psalm ; Mounting high , and ...
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... 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 might not long sustain The high pure note of youth , for soon , too ...
... 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 might not long sustain The high pure note of youth , for soon , too ...
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... bird to the star of eve , Or child's voice in grey minster quiring clear . Rather then , give we thanks for him than grieve , Thoughts of pure joys which but in memory live , More joy than lower present joys can give . For him , deep ...
... bird to the star of eve , Or child's voice in grey minster quiring clear . Rather then , give we thanks for him than grieve , Thoughts of pure joys which but in memory live , More joy than lower present joys can give . For him , deep ...
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... 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 so fast away ; For now the rose and all fair flowers that blow , Give out ...
... 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 so fast away ; For now the rose and all fair flowers that blow , Give out ...
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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...