Selections from the poetical works of Richard Monckton Milnes, Том 3 |
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... FAIR - WEATHER FRIEND PAST FRIENDSHIP 20 23 24 26 NOT TO - MORROW 27 HALF - TRUTH 29 RESTORE 31 THE LETTERS OF YOUTH 32 ONE - SIDED TROTH 33 TO SORROW . 34 THE LONG - AGO SIMPLE SOUNDS A PRAYER GHOSTS 35 38 40 41 SHADOWS MOMENTS THE MEN ...
... FAIR - WEATHER FRIEND PAST FRIENDSHIP 20 23 24 26 NOT TO - MORROW 27 HALF - TRUTH 29 RESTORE 31 THE LETTERS OF YOUTH 32 ONE - SIDED TROTH 33 TO SORROW . 34 THE LONG - AGO SIMPLE SOUNDS A PRAYER GHOSTS 35 38 40 41 SHADOWS MOMENTS THE MEN ...
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... fair ; Well could I let my charms decay , If she were not their heir : I loathe the sunbeams as they play About her golden hair . B " Yet why ? She is too good - too POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION PAGE UNSPOKEN DIALOGUE.
... fair ; Well could I let my charms decay , If she were not their heir : I loathe the sunbeams as they play About her golden hair . B " Yet why ? She is too good - too POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION PAGE UNSPOKEN DIALOGUE.
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... fair future where to choose Her woman's destiny , Free scope those means and powers to use Which Time denies to me . " Was it for this her baby arms About my neck were flung ? Was it for this I found such charms In her uncertain tongue ...
... fair future where to choose Her woman's destiny , Free scope those means and powers to use Which Time denies to me . " Was it for this her baby arms About my neck were flung ? Was it for this I found such charms In her uncertain tongue ...
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... fair recurrent round Each year will circle all its blessedness . " With more than ready welcome , with loud glee , Was hailed this happy fancy ; each was prompt To press the other's hand , and , joining round The founder of this mighty ...
... fair recurrent round Each year will circle all its blessedness . " With more than ready welcome , with loud glee , Was hailed this happy fancy ; each was prompt To press the other's hand , and , joining round The founder of this mighty ...
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... fair and stormy weather , After travel in far lands , After touch of wedded hands , - Why thus joined ? Why ever met , If they must be strangers yet ? Strangers yet ! After childhood's winning ways , After care and blame and praise ...
... fair and stormy weather , After travel in far lands , After touch of wedded hands , - Why thus joined ? Why ever met , If they must be strangers yet ? Strangers yet ! After childhood's winning ways , After care and blame and praise ...
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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.