Beauties of Modern British Poetry: Systematically Arranged ...Nelson, 1865 - 416 стор. |
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... wave , To rest at last on shore . Ye proud , ye selfish , ye severe , How vain your mask of state ! The good alone have joy sincere , — The good alone are great : Great , when , amid the vale of peace , They bid the plaint of sorrow ...
... wave , To rest at last on shore . Ye proud , ye selfish , ye severe , How vain your mask of state ! The good alone have joy sincere , — The good alone are great : Great , when , amid the vale of peace , They bid the plaint of sorrow ...
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... wave that sweeps the strand , Is all of love that man can know- All that in angel breasts can glow- Compared , O Lord of Hosts , with thine- Eternal - fathomless - divine ! That love , whose praise with quenchless fire , Inflames the ...
... wave that sweeps the strand , Is all of love that man can know- All that in angel breasts can glow- Compared , O Lord of Hosts , with thine- Eternal - fathomless - divine ! That love , whose praise with quenchless fire , Inflames the ...
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... wave ; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave . MY GRAVE . AR from the city's ceaseless hum , Hither let my relics come : - Lowly and lonely be my grave , Fast by the streamlet's oozing wave , Still to the gentle angler dear ...
... wave ; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave . MY GRAVE . AR from the city's ceaseless hum , Hither let my relics come : - Lowly and lonely be my grave , Fast by the streamlet's oozing wave , Still to the gentle angler dear ...
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... wave I launched my fragile bark , and sped , Life's unknown ills to brave- Roll on , roll on . Though winds that rent my flowing sail Are lulled or gently blow , The clouds no more the rising gale Betoken driving low— Roll on , roll on ...
... wave I launched my fragile bark , and sped , Life's unknown ills to brave- Roll on , roll on . Though winds that rent my flowing sail Are lulled or gently blow , The clouds no more the rising gale Betoken driving low— Roll on , roll on ...
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... wave , This body lie , I'll burst thy bands , Time ! with thy yawning grave— Roll on , roll on . REV . W G. MOORE , TIME . HIS shadow on the dial's face That steals from day to day , With slow , unseen , unceasing pace , Moments , and ...
... wave , This body lie , I'll burst thy bands , Time ! with thy yawning grave— Roll on , roll on . REV . W G. MOORE , TIME . HIS shadow on the dial's face That steals from day to day , With slow , unseen , unceasing pace , Moments , and ...
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Сторінка 253 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Сторінка 290 - THESE as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields : the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Сторінка 223 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Сторінка 158 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Сторінка 69 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death — • He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Сторінка 82 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Сторінка 222 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Сторінка 22 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Сторінка 284 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Сторінка 182 - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?