Selections from the poetical works of Richard Monckton Milnes, Том 3 |
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... 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 OF OLD 43 THE VOICES OF HISTORY THE BARREN HILL THE CHRONICLE OF HOPES THE ...
... 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 OF OLD 43 THE VOICES OF HISTORY THE BARREN HILL THE CHRONICLE OF HOPES THE ...
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... truth Found an immediate access : the poor youth , Whose spirit was but now a - fire with hope , Cast down his quenched enthusiastic eyes . " Never return ! " in many various tones , All grave , yet none wholly disconsolate , Was echoed ...
... truth Found an immediate access : the poor youth , Whose spirit was but now a - fire with hope , Cast down his quenched enthusiastic eyes . " Never return ! " in many various tones , All grave , yet none wholly disconsolate , Was echoed ...
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... truth , Through every varying stage , Her image which adorned my youth , To glorify my age . " And do not treat this thought as light , Nor ask with taunting sign , " Has then thy life - course been so bright That thou canst scorn at ...
... truth , Through every varying stage , Her image which adorned my youth , To glorify my age . " And do not treat this thought as light , Nor ask with taunting sign , " Has then thy life - course been so bright That thou canst scorn at ...
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... truth With which I called him mine . I saw they thought that I was proud To claim him as mine own , While all my being inly bowed As with a weight unknown . For if I dared my heart to place Above its own just meed , I might be distanced ...
... truth With which I called him mine . I saw they thought that I was proud To claim him as mine own , While all my being inly bowed As with a weight unknown . For if I dared my heart to place Above its own just meed , I might be distanced ...
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... truth of what was there ; - Its willing utterance should express Nothing but joy and thankfulness . Yet Friendship is so blurred a name , A good so ill - discerned , That if the nature of the flame That in our bosoms burned Were ...
... truth of what was there ; - Its willing utterance should express Nothing but joy and thankfulness . Yet Friendship is so blurred a name , A good so ill - discerned , That if the nature of the flame That in our bosoms burned Were ...
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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.