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... passing to and fro : Deth is an end of every worldes sore . CHAUCER , The Knighte's Tale . January 15 . THE PRESENT . WE live not in our moments or our years- The Present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet Future , which we ...
... passing to and fro : Deth is an end of every worldes sore . CHAUCER , The Knighte's Tale . January 15 . THE PRESENT . WE live not in our moments or our years- The Present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet Future , which we ...
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... passed , And had not seemed so long As a single hour ! LONGFELLOW , The Golden Legend . February 7 . GONE . THE voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key ; Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the ...
... passed , And had not seemed so long As a single hour ! LONGFELLOW , The Golden Legend . February 7 . GONE . THE voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key ; Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the ...
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... passed away : Yet turn to other none , - Turn not , oh turn not thou ! But listen , listen , listen , —if haply be heard it may , Listen , listen , listen , —is it not sounding now ? A. H. CLOUGH . February 20 . THE BEAUTIFUL DEATH ...
... passed away : Yet turn to other none , - Turn not , oh turn not thou ! But listen , listen , listen , —if haply be heard it may , Listen , listen , listen , —is it not sounding now ? A. H. CLOUGH . February 20 . THE BEAUTIFUL DEATH ...
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... passed to Thine . And I would pass in silence , Lord , No brave words on my lips , Lest pride should cloud my soul , and I Should die in the eclipse . But when , and where , and by what pain—- All this is one to me ; I only long for ...
... passed to Thine . And I would pass in silence , Lord , No brave words on my lips , Lest pride should cloud my soul , and I Should die in the eclipse . But when , and where , and by what pain—- All this is one to me ; I only long for ...
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... passed , day shone , And Theocrite was gone . With God a day endures alway , A thousand years are but a day . God said in heaven , " Nor day nor night Now brings the voice of my delight . " Then Gabriel , like a rainbow's birth , Spread ...
... passed , day shone , And Theocrite was gone . With God a day endures alway , A thousand years are but a day . God said in heaven , " Nor day nor night Now brings the voice of my delight . " Then Gabriel , like a rainbow's birth , Spread ...
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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.