The Poetical Works of Richard Monckton Milnes Lord Houghton, Том 2J. Murray, 1876 |
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The Poetical Works of Richard Monckton Milnes Lord Houghton, Том 2 Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) Попередній перегляд недоступний - 1876 |
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bear Beauty beneath better breast breath bright bring calm child clear close dear Death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feel felt flow flowers fresh give given glory grace hand happy head hear heart Heaven hold hope hour human kind land leave less light living look lost meet memory mind Nature never night once pain pass passion past peace pleasure poor presence pride rest rise rose round scene seems sense shame sight silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit stand Strangers stream strife strong sure sweet tears tell thee thine things Thou thought toil true truth turn voice wander youth
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Сторінка 131 - 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 118 - Though for frailer hearts the day Lingers sad and overlong, — Still the weight will find a leaven, Still the spoiler's hand is slow, While the Future has its Heaven, And the Past its Long-ago.
Сторінка 226 - LADY Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving ? All that love me.
Сторінка 136 - And what if Nature's fearful wound They did not probe and bare, For that their spirits never swooned To watch the misery there, — For that their love but flowed more fast, Their charities more free, Not conscious what mere drops they cast Into the evil sea. 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...
Сторінка 132 - 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 232 - 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 130 - If what shone afar so grand, Turn to nothing in thy hand, On, again — the virtue lies In the struggle, not the prize...
Сторінка 17 - Where is the privilege of youth's buoyancy, Could we thus turn Time's iron scythe to gold ? The pleasures given * To man were all too great, and there would be No want of heaven. Let us go forth, and resolutely dare, With sweat of brow, to toil our little day...
Сторінка 200 - What man resists — what man endures — Is open to one only eye. Why not believe the homely letter That all you give will God restore ? The poor man may deserve it better, And surely, surely, wants it more : Let but the rich man do his part, And whatsoe'er the issue be To those who ask, his answering heart Will gain and grow in sympathy.
Сторінка 94 - Beneath an Indian palm a girl Of other blood reposes, Her cheek is clear and pale as pearl, Amid that wild of roses. Beside a northern pine a boy Is leaning fancy-bound, Nor listens where with noisy joy Awaits the impatient hound. Cool grows the sick and feverish calm, — Relaxed the frosty twine, — The pine-tree dreameth of the palm, The palm-tree of the pine. As soon shall nature interlace Those dimly-visioned boughs, As these young lovers face to face Renew their early vows ! IV.