The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & Poets, Made by the Poet Laureate in 1915 & Dedicated by Gracious Permission to His Majesty the KingLongmans, Green, 1916 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... flower and tree , And the weary Day turned to his rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee . Thy brother Death came , and cried , Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide ...
... flower and tree , And the weary Day turned to his rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee . Thy brother Death came , and cried , Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide ...
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... flower of his early youth had been attached to me by close friendship and companionship in the study of the sacred books . He , when he saw me overwhelmed in heaviness and languor of heart , questioned me , saying : ' What is the matter ...
... flower of his early youth had been attached to me by close friendship and companionship in the study of the sacred books . He , when he saw me overwhelmed in heaviness and languor of heart , questioned me , saying : ' What is the matter ...
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... flower Enjoys the air it breathes . The birds around me hopped and played , Their thoughts I cannot measure : -- But the least motion which they made , It seemed a thrill of pleasure . 23 Garden & Forest The budding twigs spread out ...
... flower Enjoys the air it breathes . The birds around me hopped and played , Their thoughts I cannot measure : -- But the least motion which they made , It seemed a thrill of pleasure . 23 Garden & Forest The budding twigs spread out ...
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... flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For Summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a ...
... flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For Summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a ...
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... flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient look , Thou watchest the last oozings , hours by hours . Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay , where are ...
... flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient look , Thou watchest the last oozings , hours by hours . Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay , where are ...
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Achaia Anchises Art thou beauty behold beneath bien birds blue air born breath bright brown nightjar c'est city of Death cloud courant électrique dark dead dear death deep delight Dieu divine dost doth dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate hither hope human Ideal Love immortal Kirconnell kiss light live look Lord lovers Lycidas man's mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain Peter the deacon pleasure praise Priam qu'il SEASON of mists shadows sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring Stoicism sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto vienne virtue voice wandering waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings wisdom youth
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الصفحة 69 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
الصفحة 199 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
الصفحة 187 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 197 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
الصفحة 13 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
الصفحة 183 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, 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 151 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.