The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & PoetsLongmans, Green & Company, Limited, 1927 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... , happy even in the death of our beloved who fall in the fight ; for they die nobly , as heroes and saints die , with hearts and hands unstained by hatred or wrong . CONTENTS BOOK I. Nos . 1-65 . Dissatisfaction - Retirement.
... , happy even in the death of our beloved who fall in the fight ; for they die nobly , as heroes and saints die , with hearts and hands unstained by hatred or wrong . CONTENTS BOOK I. Nos . 1-65 . Dissatisfaction - Retirement.
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... - Christian Virtue - Vocation & Active Virtue Social Virtue & Freedom Heroism -The Happy Warrior - Life in Death - The Heavenly Kingdom . PREFACE TO INDEX . INDEX . LIST OF AUTHORS . They walk in the city that they have builded ,
... - Christian Virtue - Vocation & Active Virtue Social Virtue & Freedom Heroism -The Happy Warrior - Life in Death - The Heavenly Kingdom . PREFACE TO INDEX . INDEX . LIST OF AUTHORS . They walk in the city that they have builded ,
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... death - pale were they all ; They cried ' La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam , With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke , and found me here On the cold hill - side . And this is ...
... death - pale were they all ; They cried ' La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam , With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke , and found me here On the cold hill - side . And this is ...
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... Death came , and cried , Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —And I replied , No , not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead ...
... Death came , and cried , Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —And I replied , No , not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead ...
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... death ? It is but an empty dream that the soul must pass into union with Him , Because it hath passed from the body . If He is found now , He is found then : If not , we go but to dwell in the city of Death . If thou hast union now ...
... death ? It is but an empty dream that the soul must pass into union with Him , Because it hath passed from the body . If He is found now , He is found then : If not , we go but to dwell in the city of Death . If thou hast union now ...
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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...