Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 стор. |
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... English mind are , not the meditations on death , but the practical grappling with the affairs of every - day life , the trumpet calls to duty , the oft declared need for patience , perseverance , and tireless endeavour . There is a ...
... English mind are , not the meditations on death , but the practical grappling with the affairs of every - day life , the trumpet calls to duty , the oft declared need for patience , perseverance , and tireless endeavour . There is a ...
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... English victory . Tennyson has in a high degree this active poetic sensibility , this power of impressing his mood upon outward nature . Hear the lone Enone as she watches her beloved pine forests on the dewy slopes of Ida . The scene ...
... English victory . Tennyson has in a high degree this active poetic sensibility , this power of impressing his mood upon outward nature . Hear the lone Enone as she watches her beloved pine forests on the dewy slopes of Ida . The scene ...
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... English waters , and the transference of his friend's body from foreign to English soil is memorialized in these exquisite lines : - : - " The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more ; They laid him by the ...
... English waters , and the transference of his friend's body from foreign to English soil is memorialized in these exquisite lines : - : - " The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more ; They laid him by the ...
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... English rector , whilst a few years later the Lady Huntingdon sect , professing opinions identical with his , should have been thrust out of the Church of England . The church thus lost Joseph Sortain , of Brighton , one of the most re ...
... English rector , whilst a few years later the Lady Huntingdon sect , professing opinions identical with his , should have been thrust out of the Church of England . The church thus lost Joseph Sortain , of Brighton , one of the most re ...
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... English Church in order to make converts for Rome . But to his honour it must be admitted , that a long and faithful life has proved that it was an illogical head , and not a false heart , that prevented Dr. Pusey from seeing the ...
... English Church in order to make converts for Rome . But to his honour it must be admitted , that a long and faithful life has proved that it was an illogical head , and not a false heart , that prevented Dr. Pusey from seeing the ...
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Сторінка 248 - Earth has not anything to show more fair ! Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty. This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning : silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples, lie Open unto the fields and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Сторінка 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Сторінка 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Сторінка 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Сторінка 275 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Сторінка 237 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ; The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Сторінка 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Сторінка 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Сторінка 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.