Enoch Arden ; And, The Two Locksley HallsD.C. Heath, 1897 - 152 страница |
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... dream , Faint as a figure seen in early dawn Down at the far end of an avenue , 340 345 350 355 Going we know not where : and so ten years , Since Enoch left his hearth and native land , Fled forward , and no news of Enoch came . It ...
... dream , Faint as a figure seen in early dawn Down at the far end of an avenue , 340 345 350 355 Going we know not where : and so ten years , Since Enoch left his hearth and native land , Fled forward , and no news of Enoch came . It ...
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... dream , the fancy ! but I know my words . are wild , But I count the gray barbarian lower than the Christian child . 174 I , to herd with narrow foreheads , vacant of our glorious gains , Like a beast with lower pleasures , like a beast ...
... dream , the fancy ! but I know my words . are wild , But I count the gray barbarian lower than the Christian child . 174 I , to herd with narrow foreheads , vacant of our glorious gains , Like a beast with lower pleasures , like a beast ...
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... dream of ampler hunting grounds beyond the night ; Ev'n the black Australian dying hopes he shall return , a white . 70 Truth for truth , and good for good ! The Good , the True , the Pure , the Just- - Take the charm For ever ' from ...
... dream of ampler hunting grounds beyond the night ; Ev'n the black Australian dying hopes he shall return , a white . 70 Truth for truth , and good for good ! The Good , the True , the Pure , the Just- - Take the charm For ever ' from ...
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... dream not that the hour will last . 106 Ay , if dynamite and revolver leave you courage to be wise : When was age so cramm'd with menace ? madness ? written , spoken lies ? 108 Envy wears the mask of Love , and , laughing 54 LOCKSLEY ...
... dream not that the hour will last . 106 Ay , if dynamite and revolver leave you courage to be wise : When was age so cramm'd with menace ? madness ? written , spoken lies ? 108 Envy wears the mask of Love , and , laughing 54 LOCKSLEY ...
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... dream of wars and carnage , craft and madness , lust and spite , Roaring London , raving Paris , in that point of peaceful light ? 190 Might we not in glancing heavenward on a star so silver- fair , Yearn , and clasp the hands and ...
... dream of wars and carnage , craft and madness , lust and spite , Roaring London , raving Paris , in that point of peaceful light ? 190 Might we not in glancing heavenward on a star so silver- fair , Yearn , and clasp the hands and ...
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Страница 41 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Страница 119 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Страница 80 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 30 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Страница 95 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise.
Страница v - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Страница 124 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Страница 84 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Страница 85 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Страница 140 - They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...