Selections from the poetical works of Richard Monckton Milnes, Том 3 |
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... clear upon my brow , Yet am I not , nor e'er can be , So lorn a thing as Thou . He , who for Love has undergone The worst that can befall , Is happier thousand - fold than one Who never loved at all ; A grace within his soul has reigned ...
... clear upon my brow , Yet am I not , nor e'er can be , So lorn a thing as Thou . He , who for Love has undergone The worst that can befall , Is happier thousand - fold than one Who never loved at all ; A grace within his soul has reigned ...
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... AGO . EYES which can but ill define Shapes that rise about and near , Through the far horizon's line Stretch a vision free and clear : Memories feeble to retrace Yesterday's immediate flow , Find a D 2 The Long - Ago . 35 THE LONG-AGO.
... AGO . EYES which can but ill define Shapes that rise about and near , Through the far horizon's line Stretch a vision free and clear : Memories feeble to retrace Yesterday's immediate flow , Find a D 2 The Long - Ago . 35 THE LONG-AGO.
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... clear South for this my mother clime , I quivered with delight , as every where Sweet birds in happy snatches hailed the prime ; A throstle's twitter made old walks arise , With lilac - bunches dancing in my eyes . What love we , about ...
... clear South for this my mother clime , I quivered with delight , as every where Sweet birds in happy snatches hailed the prime ; A throstle's twitter made old walks arise , With lilac - bunches dancing in my eyes . What love we , about ...
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... clear and hand is strong , But our heart no haven knows ; Sun of Truth ! the night is long , — Let thy radiance interpose ! GHOSTS . WHY wilt Thou ever thus before me stand , Thou ghostly Past ? Always between me and the happy land Thy ...
... clear and hand is strong , But our heart no haven knows ; Sun of Truth ! the night is long , — Let thy radiance interpose ! GHOSTS . WHY wilt Thou ever thus before me stand , Thou ghostly Past ? Always between me and the happy land Thy ...
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... clear and pale as pearl , Amid that wild of roses . Beside a northern pine a boy Is leaning fancy - bound , Nor listens where with noisy joy Awaits the impatient hound . Cool grows the sick and feverish calm , — Relaxed 44 Shadows .
... clear and pale as pearl , Amid that wild of roses . Beside a northern pine a boy Is leaning fancy - bound , Nor listens where with noisy joy Awaits the impatient hound . Cool grows the sick and feverish calm , — Relaxed 44 Shadows .
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æther Alipius Amid Beauty beneath Bertrand du Guesclin BISHOP KEN blessed blest bliss Bosphorus breast breath bright brow calm child Damascus dear death deep delight divine dream earth Eastern world eyes face fair faith fame fancy fear feel flowers fresh gaze glory God's gold Gondola grace grave Greece hand happy head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour King LAIUS land light living LORD HOUGHTON memo'ry memory mind Moon mortal mosques Naples Nature Nature's never night o'er once pain pass passion past pause peace pleasure prayer pride repose rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Rome round scene scorn Scutari seemed sense shame sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood stranger strife strong sweet Tagaste Tannhäuser tears thee things thought toil tomb torpid truth Venice voice Wakedi weary words youth
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Сторінка 116 - He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Сторінка 50 - A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet: For flowers that grow our hands beneath We struggle and aspire, — Our hearts must die, except they breathe The air of fresh desire.
Сторінка 106 - A FAIR little girl sat under a tree, Sewing as long as her eyes could see : Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, And said, " Dear Work ! Good Night, Good Night...
Сторінка 47 - If you have no power of giving ; — An arm of aid to the weak ; — A friendly hand to the friendless ; — Kind words so short to speak, But whose echo is endless — The world is wide ; these things are small ; They may be nothing, but they are all.
Сторінка 92 - mid this long tumultuous scene, The image on our mind Of these dear women rests serene In happy bounds confined. Within one undisturbed abode Their presence seems to dwell, From which continual pleasures flowed, And countless graces fell ; Not unbecoming this our age Of decorative forms, Yet simple as the hermitage Exposed to Nature's storms. Our English grandeur on the shelf Deposed its decent gloom, And every pride unloosed itself Within that modest room ; Where none were sad, and few were dull,...
Сторінка 116 - THE BROOK-SIDE. I WANDERED by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill,— I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But...
Сторінка 117 - But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Сторінка 58 - BELIEVE not that your inner eye Can ever in just measure try The worth of hours as they go by ; For every man's weak self, alas ! Makes him to see them while they pass As through a dim or tinted glass...
Сторінка 108 - I never felt The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion melt Into indifference ; The fearful shame, that day by day Burns onward, still to burn, To' have thrown your precious heart away, And met this black return.
Сторінка 47 - And a terrible heart-thrill, If you' have no power of giving ; An arm of aid to the weak, A friendly hand to the friendless, Kind words, so short to speak, But whose echo is endless : The world is wide, — these things are small, They may be nothing, but they are All.