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الصفحة 2
... grace , And not confess how passing fair , Had evil never enter'd there ? The glories of the summer - noon , The splendour of the beam ; The night's more gentle loveliness , The moon's delicious gleam : The woods , the waters , each ...
... grace , And not confess how passing fair , Had evil never enter'd there ? The glories of the summer - noon , The splendour of the beam ; The night's more gentle loveliness , The moon's delicious gleam : The woods , the waters , each ...
الصفحة 3
... till with age I am hoary , But if Angels rejoiced at my birthday of Grace How they'll sing on my birthday of Glory . Love . Martin Farquhar Tupper . THERE is a fragrant SELECTIONS IN POETRY . 3 A Birth-Day Thought Love.
... till with age I am hoary , But if Angels rejoiced at my birthday of Grace How they'll sing on my birthday of Glory . Love . Martin Farquhar Tupper . THERE is a fragrant SELECTIONS IN POETRY . 3 A Birth-Day Thought Love.
الصفحة 32
... grace . Deep in her bosom lay his head , With half - shut violet eye ; He had known little of her dread , Nought of her agony ! Oh , human love ! whose yearning heart , . Through all things vainly true , So stamps upon thy mortal part ...
... grace . Deep in her bosom lay his head , With half - shut violet eye ; He had known little of her dread , Nought of her agony ! Oh , human love ! whose yearning heart , . Through all things vainly true , So stamps upon thy mortal part ...
الصفحة 49
... grace , The heritage of Nature's noblest race , There is a spot of earth supremely blest , A dearer- sweeter - spot than all the rest , Where man , creation's tyrant , casts aside His sword and sceptre pageantry and pride , While in ...
... grace , The heritage of Nature's noblest race , There is a spot of earth supremely blest , A dearer- sweeter - spot than all the rest , Where man , creation's tyrant , casts aside His sword and sceptre pageantry and pride , While in ...
الصفحة 57
... grace ; And the tall Pinta , till the noon , had held her close in chase . Forthwith a guard , at every gun , was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecombe's lofty hall ; Many a light fishing - bark put out ...
... grace ; And the tall Pinta , till the noon , had held her close in chase . Forthwith a guard , at every gun , was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecombe's lofty hall ; Many a light fishing - bark put out ...
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Alfred Tennyson All's Barry Cornwall beam beauty behold Bernard Barton blessing blest bloom bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cold Countess of Blessington dark dark waving dear deep dreams e'en e'er earth Edmeston England England's dead eyes fair fame fire flame flower of Eden flowers gate-keeper's daughter glory glow gone grace grave happy hath hear heart heaven Hemans hill honour kiss'd land light living sacrifice Loch na Garr look Lord Lord Macaulay loud lyre Martin Farquhar Tupper mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er ocean pale pass'd Pilgrim Fathers poor praise pride proud repose roll'd round shalt shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm sweet tears tempest There's thine thou thought toil waves weep wept wild wind wings young
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الصفحة 73 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
الصفحة 46 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
الصفحة 118 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 172 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
الصفحة 139 - Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark...
الصفحة 26 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
الصفحة 54 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
الصفحة 150 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
الصفحة 138 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 172 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.