The Poetry Cure: A Pocket Medicine Chest of VerseRobert Haven Schauffler Dodd, Mead, 1925 - 414 стор. |
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... will find poems both of escape , defence and compensation . One of these kinds may meet the need of the moment . The others may irritate you , or leave you cold . For instance , if you are sorrowful , and I xxviii DIRECTIONS.
... will find poems both of escape , defence and compensation . One of these kinds may meet the need of the moment . The others may irritate you , or leave you cold . For instance , if you are sorrowful , and I xxviii DIRECTIONS.
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... Leave the heart that now I bear , And give me liberty ! " Yes , as my swift days near their goal , ' Tis all that I implore : In life and death a chainless soul , With courage to endure . PSALM XXIII BY DAVID The LORD is my shepherd ; I ...
... Leave the heart that now I bear , And give me liberty ! " Yes , as my swift days near their goal , ' Tis all that I implore : In life and death a chainless soul , With courage to endure . PSALM XXIII BY DAVID The LORD is my shepherd ; I ...
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... leave the brutal world to take its way , And , Patience ! in another life , we say , The world shall be thrust down , and we up - borne . And will not , then , the immortal armies scorn The world's poor , routed leavings ? or will they ...
... leave the brutal world to take its way , And , Patience ! in another life , we say , The world shall be thrust down , and we up - borne . And will not , then , the immortal armies scorn The world's poor , routed leavings ? or will they ...
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... leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep , autumnal tone , Sweet though in sadness . Be thou , spirit fierce , My spirit ! Be thou me , impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over ...
... leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep , autumnal tone , Sweet though in sadness . Be thou , spirit fierce , My spirit ! Be thou me , impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over ...
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... Leave the lowland reaches Where the grain's in seed . Take the powerful wind in face , All in highest feather , Lift your burden with a shout , Fit for every need . Front the mountains , cross the passes , Pioneer the 100 MASSAGE FOR A ...
... Leave the lowland reaches Where the grain's in seed . Take the powerful wind in face , All in highest feather , Lift your burden with a shout , Fit for every need . Front the mountains , cross the passes , Pioneer the 100 MASSAGE FOR A ...
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Сторінка 41 - The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 171 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the Fairies' midwife, and she comes, In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Сторінка 49 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Сторінка 29 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Сторінка 301 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 355 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And Pomp, and Feast, and Revelry, With Mask, and antique Pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves, by haunted stream.
Сторінка 300 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 337 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Сторінка 126 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow. Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Сторінка 263 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" VIII. "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets