A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 2
... happy in the lyric , whether inclining to the mysticism and tender melancholy of the Irish school , or to a certain radiant freshness which char- acterises " A Shropshire Lad " and " Vaga- bondia " . But it is invidious to particularise ...
... happy in the lyric , whether inclining to the mysticism and tender melancholy of the Irish school , or to a certain radiant freshness which char- acterises " A Shropshire Lad " and " Vaga- bondia " . But it is invidious to particularise ...
الصفحة 11
... Happy ( Smith , Elder & Co. ) Robert Bridges 30. May 11. The Flower June 12. May in the Greenwood 13. Life- 14. Celestial Love , translated George Herbert Anon . Anna Letitia Barbauld 15. Song of Mary Mother 16. Salvator Mundi 17 ...
... Happy ( Smith , Elder & Co. ) Robert Bridges 30. May 11. The Flower June 12. May in the Greenwood 13. Life- 14. Celestial Love , translated George Herbert Anon . Anna Letitia Barbauld 15. Song of Mary Mother 16. Salvator Mundi 17 ...
الصفحة 17
... Happy those early dayes , when I Hark how the birds do sing Hark to the merry birds Heard melodies are sweet He making speedy way through the ' spersed air Hence , all you vain delights He nothing common did nor mean Here let me rest ...
... Happy those early dayes , when I Hark how the birds do sing Hark to the merry birds Heard melodies are sweet He making speedy way through the ' spersed air Hence , all you vain delights He nothing common did nor mean Here let me rest ...
الصفحة 18
... happy home - Joy comes and goes , hope ebbs and flows Joy of my life while left me here - Keen fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there La vie est vaine - Life and thought have gone away Life , we've been long together Look how the ...
... happy home - Joy comes and goes , hope ebbs and flows Joy of my life while left me here - Keen fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there La vie est vaine - Life and thought have gone away Life , we've been long together Look how the ...
الصفحة 19
... happy life Oh faint , delicious , springtime violet Oh it is pleasant , with a heart at ease - Holy Land , to which I longed to go O Holy Lord , who with the Children Three O how blest are ye whose toils are ended Oh , to be in England ...
... happy life Oh faint , delicious , springtime violet Oh it is pleasant , with a heart at ease - Holy Land , to which I longed to go O Holy Lord , who with the Children Three O how blest are ye whose toils are ended Oh , to be in England ...
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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?