Selections from the Poetical Works of Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord HoughtonJ. Murray, 1863 - 284 стор. |
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... TRUTH 29 RESTORE 31 THE LETTERS OF YOUTH 32 ONE - SIDED TROTH 33 TO SORROW 34 THE LONG - AGO 35 SIMPLE SOUNDS 38 A PRAYER GHOSTS SHADOWS 40 4I 43 MOMENTS THE MEN OF OLD 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 35 SIMPLE SOUNDS 38 A PRAYER GHOSTS SHADOWS 40 4I 43 MOMENTS THE MEN OF OLD 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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Amid amque ancient anguish beauty beneath Bertrand du Guesclin Births of woe brow calm CLENT HILL coarser plan Damascus days of coarser dear Death deep delight depth enfold divine dream earth Eastern world face Faith fear feel flowers food for crime gaze glory God's gold grace Greece hand happy hear heart Heaven honour hour King LAIUS land Learn to labour less demand assurance less require endurance light little Athens living LORD HOUGHTON Manorial Master's high design memory mind moment's pleasure mortal mosques Nature's never night o'er pain peace pleasure repose rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rough and thankless round scene sense shame sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit strife strong sweet tears thankless game thee Thessalian plain things Think not rashly thought Tis not subject tomb True truth Venice voice weary woe and food youth
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Сторінка 103 - I listened for a word, — But' the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 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 air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirrM, — But' the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Сторінка 44 - 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 41 - A sense of an earnest will To help the lowly living, 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.
Сторінка 102 - 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 181 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Сторінка 79 - 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 52 - 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 53 - So should we live, that every hour May die as dies the natural flower — A self-reviving thing of power ; That every thought and every deed May hold within itself the seed Of future good and future meed ; Esteeming sorrow, whose employ Is to develop, not destroy, Far better than a barren joy.
Сторінка 119 - By whom the saving message came, Believers meet together here, And hold these precincts very dear. The floor is spread with matting neat, Unstained by touch of shodden feet — A decent and delightful seat ! Where, after due devotions paid, And legal ordinance obeyed, Men may in happy parlance join, And gay with serious thought combine ; May ask the news from lands away, May fix the business of to-day ; Or, with " God willing," at the close, To-morrow's hopes and deeds dispose.
Сторінка 34 - Follow yon majestic train Down the slopes of old renown, Knightly forms without disdain, Sainted heads without a frown ; Emperors of thought and hand Congregate, a glorious show, Met from every age and land In the plains of Long-ago. As the heart of childhood brings Something of eternal joy, From its own unsounded springs, Such as life can scarce destroy : So, remindful of the prime, Spirits, wand'ring to and fro, Rest upon the resting time In the peace of Long-ago.