The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & PoetsLongmans, Green & Company, Limited, 1927 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... sorrows , 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.
... sorrows , 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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... Faith ; Helpless , without hand or foot , Thou art our Faith ; Whether we be Nazarenes , Mussalmans or Gebres , Whatsoe'er our creed , Thou art our Faith . 20 Retirement the Great BEING upon a certain day overburdened.
... Faith ; Helpless , without hand or foot , Thou art our Faith ; Whether we be Nazarenes , Mussalmans or Gebres , Whatsoe'er our creed , Thou art our Faith . 20 Retirement the Great BEING upon a certain day overburdened.
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... hand To these dark steps , a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of Sun or shade ; There I am wont to sit , when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toyl , Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn'd me , Where I , a ...
... hand To these dark steps , a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of Sun or shade ; There I am wont to sit , when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toyl , Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn'd me , Where I , a ...
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... hand so curiously Arrayed had this gardin trewely , That never was ther gardin of swich prys But - if it were the veray Paradys . The odour of flourës and the freshë sight Wold han maad any hertë for to light That ever was born , but ...
... hand so curiously Arrayed had this gardin trewely , That never was ther gardin of swich prys But - if it were the veray Paradys . The odour of flourës and the freshë sight Wold han maad any hertë for to light That ever was born , but ...
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... hands on that Golden Key That opes the Palace of Eternity : To such my errand is , and but for such , I would not soil these pure Ambrosial weeds With the rank vapours of this Sin - worn mould . . . S. Monnica . The day now approaching ...
... hands on that Golden Key That opes the Palace of Eternity : To such my errand is , and but for such , I would not soil these pure Ambrosial weeds With the rank vapours of this Sin - worn mould . . . S. Monnica . The day now approaching ...
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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...