The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & PoetsLongmans, Green & Company, Limited, 1927 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... dead . . . Too quick despairer , wherefore wilt thou go ? Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on ; Soon will the musk carnations break and swell , Soon shall we have gold - dusted snapdragon , Sweet - William with his homely cottage ...
... dead . . . Too quick despairer , wherefore wilt thou go ? Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on ; Soon will the musk carnations break and swell , Soon shall we have gold - dusted snapdragon , Sweet - William with his homely cottage ...
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... dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep will come when thou art fled ; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee , beloved Night- Swift be thine approaching flight , Come soon , soon ! I 2 POURQUOI la lumière est - elle donnée au malheureux ...
... dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep will come when thou art fled ; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee , beloved Night- Swift be thine approaching flight , Come soon , soon ! I 2 POURQUOI la lumière est - elle donnée au malheureux ...
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... dead ! —if God's good will were so ; For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by ...
... dead ! —if God's good will were so ; For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by ...
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... Dead all slumbering round it , under their white memorial - stones , ' in hope of a happy resurrection ' : Dull wert thou , . . if never in any hour . . it spoke to thee things unspeakable , that went to thy soul's soul . Strong was he ...
... Dead all slumbering round it , under their white memorial - stones , ' in hope of a happy resurrection ' : Dull wert thou , . . if never in any hour . . it spoke to thee things unspeakable , that went to thy soul's soul . Strong was he ...
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... dead . I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard - I saw them not- When musing deeply on the lot Of life , at the sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and ...
... dead . I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard - I saw them not- When musing deeply on the lot Of life , at the sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and ...
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AMIEL Anchises ANDRÉ CHÉNIER Art thou beauty beneath bien birds born breath bright c'est cloud dark dead dear death delight Dieu divine dost doth douleur dream earth EMILY BRONTE eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hope human immortal KEATS Kirconnell LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE Lavengro light live look Lord Lycidas man's MARCUS AURELIUS MILTON mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain PLATO Poems praise Priam qu'il R. L. STEVENSON RUPERT BROOKE shadows SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY silent sing sleep Song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring stanza sweet tears temps thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto virtue voice W. B. YEATS wandering waves weary wild wind wings wisdom words youth
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الصفحة 131 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his...
الصفحة 113 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
الصفحة 133 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...