Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: Elegies and hymnsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd thorn : " 116 THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth , to Fortune and to Fame unknown . Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy ...
... thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd thorn : " 116 THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth , to Fortune and to Fame unknown . Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy ...
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... ocean , shall exist Thy image . Earth , that nourished thee , shall claim Thy growth , to be resolved to earth again ; And , lost each human trace , surrendering up Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix forever 18.
... ocean , shall exist Thy image . Earth , that nourished thee , shall claim Thy growth , to be resolved to earth again ; And , lost each human trace , surrendering up Thine individual being , shalt thou go To mix forever 18.
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... thou retire alone , -nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent . Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world , —with kings , The powerful of the earth , -the wise , the good , Fair forms , and hoary seers of ages past ...
... thou retire alone , -nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent . Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world , —with kings , The powerful of the earth , -the wise , the good , Fair forms , and hoary seers of ages past ...
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... thou rest ; and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe 60 Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone , the solemn brood of care Plod on , and ...
... thou rest ; and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe 60 Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When thou art gone , the solemn brood of care Plod on , and ...
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... Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death ; and lo , thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made . Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why , He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast ...
... Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death ; and lo , thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made . Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why , He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast ...
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abide behold beneath bless brave breast breath bright Burns calm child Christe receive thy cold comfort dark dead dear death DIRGE dost doth dream Duchess of Malfi dust earth Elegy EPITAPH eternal eyes fame farewell fear feel flowers giveth his beloved-sleep glory grave grief hand harbor at last hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE Henry Vaughan HYMNS John Campbell Shairp John Greenleaf Whittier John Keble JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE laid life's light live Lord Lycidas LYKE-WAKE DIRGE Matthew Arnold morn mortal Mourn night o'er old familiar faces poetry praise prayer receive thy saule rest rose round Rugby Chapel shade shine shore silent sing sleep smile solemn song soul stars strife Sweet Spirit tears thee thine thought Thyrsis tomb tree unto verse voice Walter Savage Landor weary weep winds wood youth ΙΟ
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Страница 98 - 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 50 - 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 10 - 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 12 - 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 4 - 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 109 - 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.
Страница 48 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Страница 96 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Страница 134 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Страница 46 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?