The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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الصفحة xxi
... wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch , Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled- Anywhere , anywhere Out of the world . " In she plunged boldly- No ...
... wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch , Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled- Anywhere , anywhere Out of the world . " In she plunged boldly- No ...
الصفحة 25
... winds are laid with sound . But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt thai honor feels , And the nations do but murmur , snarling at each other's heels . Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier page . Hide me from my ...
... winds are laid with sound . But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt thai honor feels , And the nations do but murmur , snarling at each other's heels . Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier page . Hide me from my ...
الصفحة 26
... wind rushing warm , With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunder - storm ; Till the war - drum throbbed no longer , and the battle flags were furled In the parliament of man , the federation of the world . There the ...
... wind rushing warm , With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunder - storm ; Till the war - drum throbbed no longer , and the battle flags were furled In the parliament of man , the federation of the world . There the ...
الصفحة 31
... wind arises , roaring seaward , and I go . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON . SONG . " A WEARY lot is thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien ...
... wind arises , roaring seaward , and I go . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON . SONG . " A WEARY lot is thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien ...
الصفحة 46
... wind , when wilt thou blaw , And shake the green leaves off the tree ? O gentle death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . " T is not the frost that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie , " T is not sic cauld ...
... wind , when wilt thou blaw , And shake the green leaves off the tree ? O gentle death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . " T is not the frost that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie , " T is not sic cauld ...
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The World's Best Poetry, Volume 04: The Higher Life <span dir=ltr>Various</span> معاينة محدودة - 2023 |
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angels Annabel Lee Auf wiedersehen beauty behold bird blessed bloom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream dying earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fear flowers forever glory gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hope hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss light lips live look Lord LORD TENNYSON Mary morning mother never night o'er old Kentucky home pain pale peace praise pray prayer Queen rest Robin Adair rose shadows shining sigh silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tender thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought voice WASHINGTON GLADDEN weary weep WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind words
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 366 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
الصفحة 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
الصفحة 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
الصفحة 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
الصفحة 31 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
الصفحة 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
الصفحة 143 - ... 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.
الصفحة 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
الصفحة 32 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...