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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... thought and even overrule consideration . Yet , although there is a sequence of context , there is no logical argument : the demonstration is of various moods of mind , which are allowed free play , a sufficient guide to them being ...
... thought and even overrule consideration . Yet , although there is a sequence of context , there is no logical argument : the demonstration is of various moods of mind , which are allowed free play , a sufficient guide to them being ...
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... thought that there is any pretence of having collected together all the best illustrations that literature can provide . The compiler might perhaps congratulate himself if the high standard that he has tried to maintain should provoke ...
... thought that there is any pretence of having collected together all the best illustrations that literature can provide . The compiler might perhaps congratulate himself if the high standard that he has tried to maintain should provoke ...
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... thoughts are searched by the glare of the conviction that man's life is not the ease that a peace - loving generation has found it or thought to make it , but the awful conflict with evil which philo- sophers and saints have depicted ...
... thoughts are searched by the glare of the conviction that man's life is not the ease that a peace - loving generation has found it or thought to make it , but the awful conflict with evil which philo- sophers and saints have depicted ...
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... thought ] which promises to lead us and our argument to the conclusion that while we are in the body , and while the soul is contaminated with its evils , our desire will never be thoroughly satisfied : and our desire , we say , is of ...
... thought ] which promises to lead us and our argument to the conclusion that while we are in the body , and while the soul is contaminated with its evils , our desire will never be thoroughly satisfied : and our desire , we say , is of ...
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... thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The ...
... thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The ...
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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.