Enoch Arden ; And, The Two Locksley HallsD.C. Heath, 1897 - 152 страница |
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... heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows ; and a hazelwood , By autumn nutters haunted , flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down . Here on this beach a hundred years ago , Three children of three houses , Annie Lee ...
... heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows ; and a hazelwood , By autumn nutters haunted , flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down . Here on this beach a hundred years ago , Three children of three houses , Annie Lee ...
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... Heaven , she heard , Heard and not heard him ; as the village girl , Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring , Musing on him that used to fill it for her , Hears and not hears , and lets it overflow . At length she spoke ' O Enoch ...
... Heaven , she heard , Heard and not heard him ; as the village girl , Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring , Musing on him that used to fill it for her , Hears and not hears , and lets it overflow . At length she spoke ' O Enoch ...
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... heaven came continually And sent her sweetly by the golden isles , Till silent in her oriental haven . There Enoch traded for himself , and bought Quaint monsters for the market of those times , A gilded dragon , also , for the babes ...
... heaven came continually And sent her sweetly by the golden isles , Till silent in her oriental haven . There Enoch traded for himself , and bought Quaint monsters for the market of those times , A gilded dragon , also , for the babes ...
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... heavens Till hard upon the cry of ' breakers ' came The crash of ruin , and the loss of all But Enoch and two others . Half the night , Buoy'd upon floating tackle and broken spars , These drifted , stranding on an isle at morn Rich ...
... heavens Till hard upon the cry of ' breakers ' came The crash of ruin , and the loss of all But Enoch and two others . Half the night , Buoy'd upon floating tackle and broken spars , These drifted , stranding on an isle at morn Rich ...
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... Heaven , The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes , The lightning flash of insect and of bird , The lustre of the long convolvuluses That coil'd around the stately stems , and ran Ev'n to the limit of the land , the glows And glories ...
... Heaven , The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes , The lightning flash of insect and of bird , The lustre of the long convolvuluses That coil'd around the stately stems , and ran Ev'n to the limit of the land , the glows And glories ...
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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.
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