A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 من الصفحات |
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... feet , hands still - With what a glory comes and goes the year ! Ye have been fresh and green Yes , the year is growing old Yet oft affliction purifies the mind Ye voices that arose You promise heavens free from strife You were so far ...
... feet , hands still - With what a glory comes and goes the year ! Ye have been fresh and green Yes , the year is growing old Yet oft affliction purifies the mind Ye voices that arose You promise heavens free from strife You were so far ...
الصفحة 40
... traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fire - place , enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm . EMERSON THE SPRING OF THE YEAR ONE were but the winter 40 FEBRUARY 6.
... traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fire - place , enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm . EMERSON THE SPRING OF THE YEAR ONE were but the winter 40 FEBRUARY 6.
الصفحة 41
... feet ; And the finger of death's at my e'en , Closing them to sleep . Let none tell my father , Or my mother so dear , — I'll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM LINES FROM ADIEUX À MARIE STUART LOVE ...
... feet ; And the finger of death's at my e'en , Closing them to sleep . Let none tell my father , Or my mother so dear , — I'll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM LINES FROM ADIEUX À MARIE STUART LOVE ...
الصفحة 47
... sped , In spring - ere yet spring's fair sweet feet are fled , In summer - ere the summer time is shed— And now I say perhaps when I am dead . PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON CONTENT ART thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers 47 FEBRUARY 12.
... sped , In spring - ere yet spring's fair sweet feet are fled , In summer - ere the summer time is shed— And now I say perhaps when I am dead . PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON CONTENT ART thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers 47 FEBRUARY 12.
الصفحة 53
... And the blue noon is over us , And the multitudinous Billows murmur at our feet , Where the earth and ocean meet , And all things seem only one In the universal sun . SHELLEY A SIR GALAHAD GENTLE sound , an awful light ! 53 FEBRUARY 17.
... And the blue noon is over us , And the multitudinous Billows murmur at our feet , Where the earth and ocean meet , And all things seem only one In the universal sun . SHELLEY A SIR GALAHAD GENTLE sound , an awful light ! 53 FEBRUARY 17.
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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?