The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & PoetsLongmans, Green & Company, Limited, 1927 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... woods may be . . . 25 SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd ...
... woods may be . . . 25 SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd ...
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... woods , where interspersed , When winds blow loud , pines make sweet melody . Whose house is some lone bark , whose toil the sea , Whose prey the wandering fish , an evil lot Has chosen . But I my languid limbs will fling Beneath the ...
... woods , where interspersed , When winds blow loud , pines make sweet melody . Whose house is some lone bark , whose toil the sea , Whose prey the wandering fish , an evil lot Has chosen . But I my languid limbs will fling Beneath the ...
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... woods ? We haunt within the least frequented caves And closest coverts , and we know these wilds , Yet never meet them , tho ' we hear them oft Where may they hide themselves ? Second Faun . ' Tis hard to tell : I have heard those more ...
... woods ? We haunt within the least frequented caves And closest coverts , and we know these wilds , Yet never meet them , tho ' we hear them oft Where may they hide themselves ? Second Faun . ' Tis hard to tell : I have heard those more ...
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... wood , with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed 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 ...
... wood , with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed 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 ...
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... wood - nymph , and kept ever green The pavement and the roof of the wild copse , Chequering the sunlight of the blue serene With jagged leaves , —and from the forest tops Singing the winds to sleep - or weeping oft Fast showers of ...
... wood - nymph , and kept ever green The pavement and the roof of the wild copse , Chequering the sunlight of the blue serene With jagged leaves , —and from the forest tops Singing the winds to sleep - or weeping oft Fast showers of ...
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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...