Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Випуск 310,Том 11871 |
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... tender little fawn , which lies Asleep amid the fern , and waking , hears Some careless footstep drawing near , and flies , Yet knows not what she fears . So shrinks thy soul ; but , dearest , shrink not so ; Look thou into mine eyes as ...
... tender little fawn , which lies Asleep amid the fern , and waking , hears Some careless footstep drawing near , and flies , Yet knows not what she fears . So shrinks thy soul ; but , dearest , shrink not so ; Look thou into mine eyes as ...
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... tender sweetness to his praise ; Tempering the unbroken joyance of his theme . And by - and - by the time shall come when we , Laden with all our lives , once more shall meet , Like friends , who after infinite wastes of sea , Look in ...
... tender sweetness to his praise ; Tempering the unbroken joyance of his theme . And by - and - by the time shall come when we , Laden with all our lives , once more shall meet , Like friends , who after infinite wastes of sea , Look in ...
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... tender voice of home , Unbroken like a gracious life , and lo Young children sit around me , and the love ' I never knew is mine , and so my eyes Grow full , and all my being is thrilled with tears . What is this strange new life , this ...
... tender voice of home , Unbroken like a gracious life , and lo Young children sit around me , and the love ' I never knew is mine , and so my eyes Grow full , and all my being is thrilled with tears . What is this strange new life , this ...
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... tender care in it ; And then they twain , such love they bore to her , Bent their strong backs and bare her on the road To Argos ; all the people , as they went , Admiring . So they sped across the plain , Amid the hoary olives , by ...
... tender care in it ; And then they twain , such love they bore to her , Bent their strong backs and bare her on the road To Argos ; all the people , as they went , Admiring . So they sped across the plain , Amid the hoary olives , by ...
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... tender hand On the delicate , ribbed sea - sand : Stiff and cold ; ay , stiff and cold . What she has been , who shall care ? Looking on her as she lies With those stony , sightless eyes , And the sea - weed in her hair . Think , O ...
... tender hand On the delicate , ribbed sea - sand : Stiff and cold ; ay , stiff and cold . What she has been , who shall care ? Looking on her as she lies With those stony , sightless eyes , And the sea - weed in her hair . Think , O ...
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bear beneath blind brain breath bright cast child cold comes crown dark dead dear death deep depths divine doubt dread dream dull earth eternal eyes face fade faint fair faith fall fear fire flow flowers give gold gone gray grew grow grown hand hear heard heart heaven hidden higher hill hope knew land lies light live look Lord marked mind mother mystical never night once pain passed passionate past plain poor pure rise roll round seemed sense shining shore shows silent sometimes song soul sound spring stain star strange Surely sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought Till toil truth turned voice waves weak weary wind wise young 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...