Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: Elegies and hymnsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... COMFORT thee , O thou mourner , yet awhile ! Again shall Elia's smile Refresh thy heart , where heart can ache no more . What is it we deplore ? He leaves behind him , freed from griefs and years , Far worthier things than tears . The ...
... COMFORT thee , O thou mourner , yet awhile ! Again shall Elia's smile Refresh thy heart , where heart can ache no more . What is it we deplore ? He leaves behind him , freed from griefs and years , Far worthier things than tears . The ...
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... the good , brave heart , Mary , That still kept hoping on , 16 When the trust in God had left my soul , And my arm's young strength was gone : 24 32 1845 . There was comfort ever on your lip , 129 Lament of the Irish Emigrant.
... the good , brave heart , Mary , That still kept hoping on , 16 When the trust in God had left my soul , And my arm's young strength was gone : 24 32 1845 . There was comfort ever on your lip , 129 Lament of the Irish Emigrant.
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Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. 1845 . There was comfort ever on your lip , And the kind look on your brow- I bless you , Mary , for that same , Though you cannot hear me now . I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to ...
Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. 1845 . There was comfort ever on your lip , And the kind look on your brow- I bless you , Mary , for that same , Though you cannot hear me now . I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to ...
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... comfort his sad heart . So when that night I pray'd To God , I wept , and said : Ah , when at last we lie with trancèd breath , Not vexing Thee in death , And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys , How weakly understood , Thy ...
... comfort his sad heart . So when that night I pray'd To God , I wept , and said : Ah , when at last we lie with trancèd breath , Not vexing Thee in death , And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys , How weakly understood , Thy ...
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... comfort me ! When I lie within my bed , Sick in heart and sick in head , And with doubts discomforted , Sweet Spirit , comfort me ! When the house doth sigh and weep , And the world is drown'd in sleep , Yet mine eyes the watch do keep ...
... comfort me ! When I lie within my bed , Sick in heart and sick in head , And with doubts discomforted , Sweet Spirit , comfort me ! When the house doth sigh and weep , And the world is drown'd in sleep , Yet mine eyes the watch do keep ...
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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?