A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 12
... Eyes are Dim · - 19. Nothing is Left or Lost 20. How Sweet the Moonlight 21. If Music be the Food of Love 22. No Nightingale did ever Chant 23. Fairies · 24. The Milkmaid's Song 25. Two in the Campagna 26. I will go Back- 27. The Beings ...
... Eyes are Dim · - 19. Nothing is Left or Lost 20. How Sweet the Moonlight 21. If Music be the Food of Love 22. No Nightingale did ever Chant 23. Fairies · 24. The Milkmaid's Song 25. Two in the Campagna 26. I will go Back- 27. The Beings ...
الصفحة 28
... eyes and sleep secure Cold is the winter day Come , live with me Come sleep , O sleep , the certain knot of peace Crown Winter with green Cuckoo calls in the heavenly weather Day ! Faster and more fast Day moves to eve · Dead lonely ...
... eyes and sleep secure Cold is the winter day Come , live with me Come sleep , O sleep , the certain knot of peace Crown Winter with green Cuckoo calls in the heavenly weather Day ! Faster and more fast Day moves to eve · Dead lonely ...
الصفحة 18
... eyes Is't then too late the damage to repair ? I stand amid the roar - I stay my haste , I make delays It came , I know not whence It fortifies my soul to know It is a wise and soothfast saw It is not growing , like a tree I walked to ...
... eyes Is't then too late the damage to repair ? I stand amid the roar - I stay my haste , I make delays It came , I know not whence It fortifies my soul to know It is a wise and soothfast saw It is not growing , like a tree I walked to ...
الصفحة 19
Elizabeth Godfrey. My days among the Dead are past My eyes are dim with childish tears My heart aches , and a drowsy numbness pains My life is like a stroll upon the beach My Lord , my Love was crucified My love he built me a bonny bower ...
Elizabeth Godfrey. My days among the Dead are past My eyes are dim with childish tears My heart aches , and a drowsy numbness pains My life is like a stroll upon the beach My Lord , my Love was crucified My love he built me a bonny bower ...
الصفحة 11
... eyes but I ? " " Truth , Lord ; but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve . " And know you not , " said Love , " who bore the blame ? " " My dear , then I will serve . " " You must sit down , " said Love , " and ...
... eyes but I ? " " Truth , Lord ; but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve . " And know you not , " said Love , " who bore the blame ? " " My dear , then I will serve . " " You must sit down , " said Love , " and ...
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A. E. Housman Alfred Tennyson Anon April autumn beauty beneath birds blow breath bright CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds cold dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth Edward Cracroft Lefroy eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers glory golden green grey happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill John JOHN KEBLE July June Katharine Tynan-Hinkson light live LONGFELLOW look Lord Love's March merry morning never night o'er pain peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston Poems RICHARD Robert Bridges ROBERT HERRICK rose ROSSETTI sail Sept SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY silence sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Lovell Beddoes thought trees unto voice W. B. Yeats walk waves weary wild William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods WORDSWORTH
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الصفحة 291 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
الصفحة 98 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 213 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
الصفحة 86 - 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 15 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
الصفحة 374 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
الصفحة 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
الصفحة 316 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
الصفحة 9 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
الصفحة 314 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?