The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 79
الصفحة 16
... tears , Mute thanks , and secret ecstasy ! Awake , Voice of sweet song ! Awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovereign of the vale ! O , struggling with the darkness all ...
... tears , Mute thanks , and secret ecstasy ! Awake , Voice of sweet song ! Awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovereign of the vale ! O , struggling with the darkness all ...
الصفحة 18
... tears , Solemnly seemest , like a vapory cloud , To rise before me , -Rise , O , ever rise ! Rise , like a cloud of incense from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills , Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven , Great ...
... tears , Solemnly seemest , like a vapory cloud , To rise before me , -Rise , O , ever rise ! Rise , like a cloud of incense from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills , Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven , Great ...
الصفحة 27
... is eloquent no more , The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude . From the Russian of GAVRIL ROMÁNOVITCH DERSHAVIN . Translation of SIR JOHN BOWRING . GOD IS EVERYWHERE . A TRODDEN daisy , from the THE DIVINE ELEMENT . 27.
... is eloquent no more , The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude . From the Russian of GAVRIL ROMÁNOVITCH DERSHAVIN . Translation of SIR JOHN BOWRING . GOD IS EVERYWHERE . A TRODDEN daisy , from the THE DIVINE ELEMENT . 27.
الصفحة 29
... tears , I heard her woful cry- I saw her kiss its fair pale face , And smooth its yellow hair ; And oh , I loved the mourner's home , For God was there ! I sought a cheerless wilderness- A desert , pathless wild- Where verdure grew not ...
... tears , I heard her woful cry- I saw her kiss its fair pale face , And smooth its yellow hair ; And oh , I loved the mourner's home , For God was there ! I sought a cheerless wilderness- A desert , pathless wild- Where verdure grew not ...
الصفحة 36
... tears ; Thou wert the passion of his heart Those three and thirty years . And he hath breathed into my soul A special love of thee , A love to lose my will in his , And by that loss be free . I love to see thee bring to naught The plans ...
... tears ; Thou wert the passion of his heart Those three and thirty years . And he hath breathed into my soul A special love of thee , A love to lose my will in his , And by that loss be free . I love to see thee bring to naught The plans ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
angels art thou beauty behold bless blessèd blest bliss breath bright Caliph canst chimes Christ clouds creed dark dear death deed deep divine dost doth dream dwell earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flame flowers forever FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER gate give glory God's grace hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hope hour hymns immortal ISAAC WATTS JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASON NEALE King land life's light live lonely look morning never night o'er pain passing peace photogravure PIPPA PASSES pitiful poetry Praise ye pray prayer rest saints shadows shine silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne truth unto voice WASHINGTON GLADDEN weary WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS winds wings wonders words ye the Lord
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 199 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green : So, to the Jews, old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
الصفحة xxxv - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
الصفحة xxxv - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows...
الصفحة xxxv - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
الصفحة 123 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
الصفحة 185 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 166 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
الصفحة 203 - A better country, that is, an heavenly." TITOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
الصفحة 107 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
الصفحة 191 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play. Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!