Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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... tear , Burn in your sighs , and borrow Seas wept from our deep sorrow : He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Enter'd the world , now bleeds to give us ease . Alas ! how soon our sin Sore doth begin , His infancy to seize ! O more ...
... tear , Burn in your sighs , and borrow Seas wept from our deep sorrow : He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Enter'd the world , now bleeds to give us ease . Alas ! how soon our sin Sore doth begin , His infancy to seize ! O more ...
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... daisy appears , She greets the fair stranger with motherly tears ; And they mingle so sweet with the golden ray Of the struggling beam that chides her away . But where's the last speck of her brightness seen ? 6 JANUARY .
... daisy appears , She greets the fair stranger with motherly tears ; And they mingle so sweet with the golden ray Of the struggling beam that chides her away . But where's the last speck of her brightness seen ? 6 JANUARY .
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... tears , no sighing , no despair , No trembling dewy smile of care , No mourning weeds ; Nought that discloses A heart that bleeds . But looks contented I will bear , And o'er my cheeks strew roses , Unto the world I may not weep , But ...
... tears , no sighing , no despair , No trembling dewy smile of care , No mourning weeds ; Nought that discloses A heart that bleeds . But looks contented I will bear , And o'er my cheeks strew roses , Unto the world I may not weep , But ...
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... tears from widows ' eyes : Their crimes on gold shall misers lay , Who pawned their sordid souls for pay . Let bravoes then , when blood is spilt , Upbraid the passive sword with guilt . January 12 . THE BUILDERS . ALL are architects of ...
... tears from widows ' eyes : Their crimes on gold shall misers lay , Who pawned their sordid souls for pay . Let bravoes then , when blood is spilt , Upbraid the passive sword with guilt . January 12 . THE BUILDERS . ALL are architects of ...
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... tears- Vain tears for that which never may arrive : Meanwhile the joy whereby we ought to live , Neglected or unheeded , disappears . Wiser it were to welcome and make ours Whate'er of good , tho ' small , the present brings- Kind ...
... tears- Vain tears for that which never may arrive : Meanwhile the joy whereby we ought to live , Neglected or unheeded , disappears . Wiser it were to welcome and make ours Whate'er of good , tho ' small , the present brings- Kind ...
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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 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.
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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.