Elegies and hymnsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen , And waste its sweetness on the desert air . 56 Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ...
... bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen , And waste its sweetness on the desert air . 56 Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ...
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... bear ; Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light . 32 Forgive what seem'd my sin in me ; What seem'd my worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man , And not from man , O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy ...
... bear ; Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light . 32 Forgive what seem'd my sin in me ; What seem'd my worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man , And not from man , O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy ...
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... Bear me to your lethal tide . I die ! I come ! my true - love waits . Thus the damsel spake , and died . 1769. 1777 . 35 39 Thomas Chatterton . LACRIME CALL me no more , As heretofore , The music of a feast ; Since now , alas ! The ...
... Bear me to your lethal tide . I die ! I come ! my true - love waits . Thus the damsel spake , and died . 1769. 1777 . 35 39 Thomas Chatterton . LACRIME CALL me no more , As heretofore , The music of a feast ; Since now , alas ! The ...
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... bear On the frail heart the purest share With all that live ? — The best of what we do and are , Just God , forgive ! 1803. 1845 . 54 60 66 William Wordsworth . BURNS WILD rose of Alloway ! my thanks ; Thou ' mind'st me of that autumn ...
... bear On the frail heart the purest share With all that live ? — The best of what we do and are , Just God , forgive ! 1803. 1845 . 54 60 66 William Wordsworth . BURNS WILD rose of Alloway ! my thanks ; Thou ' mind'st me of that autumn ...
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... bear- But who , ah ! who , will make us feel ? The cloud of mortal destiny , Others will front it fearlessly- But who , like him , will put it by ? Keep fresh the grass upon his grave O Rotha , with thy living wave ! Sing him thy best ...
... bear- But who , ah ! who , will make us feel ? The cloud of mortal destiny , Others will front it fearlessly- But who , like him , will put it by ? Keep fresh the grass upon his grave O Rotha , with thy living wave ! Sing him thy best ...
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abide behold beneath bless blest brave breast breath bright brow Burns calm child cold comfort dark dead dear death dost doth dream earth ELEGY eternal Evelyn Hope eyes fame farewell fear feel Fitz-Greene Halleck flowers Frae grace grave grief hand harbor at last hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hour John Campbell Shairp John Greenleaf Whittier John Henry Newman John Keble laid leaves life's light live Lord Lycidas Mary Matthew Arnold morn mortal Mourn Muse never night o'er old familiar faces peace praise prayer rest Robert Browning rose round shade Shepherds shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song soul stars strife Sweet Spirit tears thee thine Thomas Hood thou art gone thoughts Thyrsis tomb tree unto voice Walter Savage Landor weary weep winds wood youth
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Страница 14 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Страница 18 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 18 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Страница 18 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice.
Страница 106 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Страница 58 - In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 169 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Страница 20 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Страница 12 - Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 117 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.