Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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... Angels watch around : All bending low , with folded wings , Before th ' Incarnate King of kings , In reverent awe profound . Sleep , Holy Babe ! While I with Mary gaze In joy upon that face awhile , Upon the loving infant smile , Which ...
... Angels watch around : All bending low , with folded wings , Before th ' Incarnate King of kings , In reverent awe profound . Sleep , Holy Babe ! While I with Mary gaze In joy upon that face awhile , Upon the loving infant smile , Which ...
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... Angelic feet Fall on the golden flagging of the street . And he would fain Have caught the wondrous bird , But strove in vain ; For it flew away , away , Far over hill and dell , And instead of its sweet singing , He heard the convent ...
... Angelic feet Fall on the golden flagging of the street . And he would fain Have caught the wondrous bird , But strove in vain ; For it flew away , away , Far over hill and dell , And instead of its sweet singing , He heard the convent ...
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... Angels ' city , Finds not its echo in the endless song . Not as one blind and deaf to our beseeching , Neither forgetful that we are but dust , Not as from heavens too high for our up - reaching , Coldly sublime , intolerably just . Nay ...
... Angels ' city , Finds not its echo in the endless song . Not as one blind and deaf to our beseeching , Neither forgetful that we are but dust , Not as from heavens too high for our up - reaching , Coldly sublime , intolerably just . Nay ...
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... was dead . Thro ' the open windows looked the skies Into the chamber where she lay , And the wind was like the sound of wings , As if angels came to bear her away . Ah ! when I saw and felt these things , FEBRUARY . 4I.
... was dead . Thro ' the open windows looked the skies Into the chamber where she lay , And the wind was like the sound of wings , As if angels came to bear her away . Ah ! when I saw and felt these things , FEBRUARY . 4I.
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... Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of his foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heav'd , and for ever grew still ! E And there lay the ...
... Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of his foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heav'd , and for ever grew still ! E And there lay the ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beatific beauty behold beneath bird blessed breast breath bright calm canst CHARLES KINGSLEY child Christ CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church clouds dark Dctober dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers friends GEORGE ELIOT glory God's golden Golden Legend grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Hesperides holy hope hour Inchcape Rock J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW King leaves life's light live look LORD HOUGHTON March month MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace praise pray prayer rest rose shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tree unto voice waves weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings words youth
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Страница 207 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Страница 103 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired...
Страница 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Страница 120 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Страница 27 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Страница 76 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Страница 127 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Страница 256 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Страница 221 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Страница 260 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.