Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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... Thro ' the soft silence of the list'ning night , Now mourn , and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distil no tear , Burn in your sighs , and borrow Seas wept from our deep sorrow : He who with all Heav'n's heraldry ...
... Thro ' the soft silence of the list'ning night , Now mourn , and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distil no tear , Burn in your sighs , and borrow Seas wept from our deep sorrow : He who with all Heav'n's heraldry ...
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... thro ' her white bosom the 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 ...
... thro ' her white bosom the 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 ...
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... thro ' the corridor Just stirs the curtain , and no more , And touching the Æolian strings , Faints with the burden that it brings ! Come back , ye friendships long departed ! That like o'erflowing streamlets started , And now are ...
... thro ' the corridor Just stirs the curtain , and no more , And touching the Æolian strings , Faints with the burden that it brings ! Come back , ye friendships long departed ! That like o'erflowing streamlets started , And now are ...
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... thro ' it all was to his lord uprearing Desperate patience of a brave desire . Ay , and for me there shot from the beginning Pulses of passion broken with my breath ; Oh , thou poor soul , enwrapped in such a sinning , Bound in the ...
... thro ' it all was to his lord uprearing Desperate patience of a brave desire . Ay , and for me there shot from the beginning Pulses of passion broken with my breath ; Oh , thou poor soul , enwrapped in such a sinning , Bound in the ...
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... overhangs my soul , The mists are thick that through the valley roll , But as I tread I cheer my heart and say , When the Day breaks the shadows flee away . D Unholy phantoms from the deep arise , And gather thro FEBRUARY . 333.
... overhangs my soul , The mists are thick that through the valley roll , But as I tread I cheer my heart and say , When the Day breaks the shadows flee away . D Unholy phantoms from the deep arise , And gather thro FEBRUARY . 333.
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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.
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.