A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the Year |
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beauty beneath birds blow born breath bright clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fall fear feet fire flowers friends garden give golden green grey grow hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope John July June leaves light live look Lord March mind morning never night o'er once pain pass peace pure rest RICHARD rise road ROBERT rose round Sept silence sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees turn unto voice walk waves wild wind wings winter woods
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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?
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the Year |
| المؤلف | Elizabeth Godfrey |
| قام بجمع الكتاب | Elizabeth Godfrey |
| الإصدار | 2 |
| الناشر | Methuen & Company, 1908 |
| أصلي من | جامعة كاليفورنيا |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 3 كانون الأول (ديسمبر) 2007 |
| عدد الصفحات | 415 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |