The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Том 8,Странице 3149-3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 страница |
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... O'er " ..John Lodge Ellerton 3345 Love and Death . Margaret Deland 3346 Van Elsen .... .Frederick George Scott 3346 The Flight ..Lloyd Mifflin . 3347 Ripe Grain .Dora Reed Goodale . 3347 " The Land Which No One Knows " .. Ebenezer ...
... O'er " ..John Lodge Ellerton 3345 Love and Death . Margaret Deland 3346 Van Elsen .... .Frederick George Scott 3346 The Flight ..Lloyd Mifflin . 3347 Ripe Grain .Dora Reed Goodale . 3347 " The Land Which No One Knows " .. Ebenezer ...
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... o'er , O , let us think of those Whose lives are lost in woes , Whose cup of grief runs o'er . Henry Neele [ 1798-1828 ] SORROW COUNT each affliction , whether light or grave , God's messenger sent down to thee ; do thou With courtesy ...
... o'er , O , let us think of those Whose lives are lost in woes , Whose cup of grief runs o'er . Henry Neele [ 1798-1828 ] SORROW COUNT each affliction , whether light or grave , God's messenger sent down to thee ; do thou With courtesy ...
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... o'er all my soul held dear , I may look back on every sorrow past , And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile : As some lone bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam , of the transient shower Forgetful , though its ...
... o'er all my soul held dear , I may look back on every sorrow past , And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile : As some lone bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam , of the transient shower Forgetful , though its ...
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... o'er me That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay , That shall ...
... o'er me That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay , That shall ...
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... o'er the city , Behind the dark church - tower . I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me , Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea . And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June , The blaze of the ...
... o'er the city , Behind the dark church - tower . I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me , Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea . And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June , The blaze of the ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel April beauty beneath bird Born at London boys breast breath bright brow Christina Georgina Rossetti cloud cold dark dead dear death died at London doth dream dust earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning England eternal eyes face fade fair fear feet Felicia Dorothea Hemans flowers glory golden gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Horatius Bonar hour John King kiss land life's light living Lord Lycidas morning mortal mourn never night o'er pale peace rest Robert Herrick rose round Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tomb voice wake Walter Savage Landor wandering weep William William Ernest Henley wind wings York City
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Страница 3265 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Страница 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Страница 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Страница 3265 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Страница 3299 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad...
Страница 3157 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts...
Страница 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Страница 3402 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Страница 3541 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Страница 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.