Modern Classics, Том 5Houghton Mifflin, 1876 |
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Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea . Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us ; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in , The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us , We ...
Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea . Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us ; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in , The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us , We ...
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... blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept , indeed , In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give , but what we share , For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three ...
... blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept , indeed , In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give , but what we share , For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three ...
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... blood is mine , ye architects of dream , Builders of aspiration incomplete , So more consummate , souls self - confident , Who felt your own thought worthy of record In monumental pomp ! No Grecian drop Rebukes these veins that leap ...
... blood is mine , ye architects of dream , Builders of aspiration incomplete , So more consummate , souls self - confident , Who felt your own thought worthy of record In monumental pomp ! No Grecian drop Rebukes these veins that leap ...
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... blood - disks in our mortal veins . Each age must worship its own thought of God , More or less earthy , clarifying still With subsidence continuous of the dregs ; Nor saint nor sage could fix immutably The fluent image of the unstable ...
... blood - disks in our mortal veins . Each age must worship its own thought of God , More or less earthy , clarifying still With subsidence continuous of the dregs ; Nor saint nor sage could fix immutably The fluent image of the unstable ...
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... blood feel motions of the Past , I thank benignant Nature most for this , A force of sympathy , or call it lack Of character firm - planted , loosing me From the pent chamber of habitual self To dwell enlarged in alien modes of thought ...
... blood feel motions of the Past , I thank benignant Nature most for this , A force of sympathy , or call it lack Of character firm - planted , loosing me From the pent chamber of habitual self To dwell enlarged in alien modes of thought ...
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agin ain't airth Ambrose Auf Wiedersehen beautiful BEAVER BROOK bells bird blessed blood brain brave breath brook CHANGELING child Christmas Carol climb climes creed dare dark dear deep divine door doth doubt dream Dreamland dumb earth Essay eyes faith Fancy Fate Favorite Poems feel feet felt fire gleam God's gold Goth grace grave gray half happy hath hear heart heaven Hesper Holy Grail JULY 21 KING ADMETUS knees knew leap leper life's lift light lives look manhood memory mind morn mused Nature neath never night o'er once Ovid passion poor Robinson he Sez round saint sech seemed sense shadow shining silence sing Sir Launfal skies snow song soul stars stood a spell summer sunshine sweet syllogism tears thee thet things thou thought tower tree VISION OF SIR Wiedersehen wind wonder Yussouf
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Страница 45 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
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Страница 44 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the lashes of light that trim the stars: / He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight; Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt Down through a frost-leaved...
Страница 76 - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate; But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her. To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds. Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
Страница 40 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to bender.
Страница 13 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Страница 44 - He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, "I 'd better call agin ; " Says she, " Think likely, Mister ; " Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An" . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun
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Страница 80 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These are all gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Страница 74 - Ah, there is something here Unfathomed by the cynic's sneer, Something that gives our feeble light A high immunity from Night, Something that leaps life's narrow bars To claim its birthright with the hosts of heaven ; A seed of sunshine that can leaven Our earthly dulness with the beams of stars, And glorify our clay With light from fountains elder than the Day...