The Poetry Cure: A Pocket Medicine Chest of VerseRobert Haven Schauffler Dodd, Mead, 1925 - 414 стор. |
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... peace out of pain , Then a light , then thy breast , O thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again , And with God be the rest ! LAST LINES BY EMILY BRONTË No coward soul is mine , No trembler in the world's storm - troubled sphere ...
... peace out of pain , Then a light , then thy breast , O thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again , And with God be the rest ! LAST LINES BY EMILY BRONTË No coward soul is mine , No trembler in the world's storm - troubled sphere ...
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... peace In many a place to give the heart release . From this too - vibrant pain that drives men mad . Let us go back to the old loves we had . Let us go back , to keep alive the gleam , To cherish the immortal , Godlike dream ; Not as ...
... peace In many a place to give the heart release . From this too - vibrant pain that drives men mad . Let us go back to the old loves we had . Let us go back , to keep alive the gleam , To cherish the immortal , Godlike dream ; Not as ...
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... The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile . SUICIDE'S STONE BY ROBINSON Jeffers Peace is the heir of 34 STIMULANTS FOR A FAINT HEART THE PILLAR OF CLOUD.
... The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile . SUICIDE'S STONE BY ROBINSON Jeffers Peace is the heir of 34 STIMULANTS FOR A FAINT HEART THE PILLAR OF CLOUD.
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... Peace is the ashes of that fire , The heir of that king , the inn of that journey . This last and best and goal : we dead Hold it so tight you are envious of us And fear under sunk lids contempt . Death - day greetings are the sweetest ...
... Peace is the ashes of that fire , The heir of that king , the inn of that journey . This last and best and goal : we dead Hold it so tight you are envious of us And fear under sunk lids contempt . Death - day greetings are the sweetest ...
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... peace around ? They may ; but never comfort lend Like an accomplished female friend ! With such a friend the social hour In sweetest pleasure glides ; There is , in female charms , a power Which lastingly abides ; The fragrance of the ...
... peace around ? They may ; but never comfort lend Like an accomplished female friend ! With such a friend the social hour In sweetest pleasure glides ; There is , in female charms , a power Which lastingly abides ; The fragrance of the ...
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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