Poems of an interval, المجلد 66W. Macintosh, 1863 - 263 من الصفحات |
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Albion's awhile beauty beside billows blast bliss blithe bowers bright bright eyes Britons calm charms cheerful cherished childish things chill circlet cold dark dead past dear dull e'en earth fair flash flood flow flowers fresh gaze gentle glad gleam gloom glow grace green griefs happy hast hath haunts heart heaven hill hill brow hopes ILFRACOMBE ISLE OF WIGHT Islington land life's light love's Maiden Morn methinks mountain muse mutual tears nature's ne'er neath nurslings o'er once past peace proud RAMSGATE reared reign rill river round scenes scorn sered shades shine shore sigh silent slopes smile soft song soon sorrow soul spread spring stay stream strife summer sunbeams sunny sweet thee There's thine thou throng treasures Twas vales wait waves wend wild wind winter yore young zephyrs
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الصفحة iii - Time goes by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow ; She draws her favours to the lowest ebb ; Her tides have equal times to come and go; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web...
الصفحة 89 - Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it; thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn when thou hast so provided for it.
الصفحة iii - The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal times to come and go, Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
الصفحة 252 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife...
الصفحة iii - Class'd among creatures, when the soul can flee, And with the sky, the peak, the heaving plain Of ocean, or the stars, mingle, and not in vain.
الصفحة iii - Death, to those who trust in good, Vindicates his hardest blow ; Oh ! we would not, if we could, Wake the sleep of Long-ago ! Though the doom of swift decay Shocks the soul where life is strong, Though for frailer hearts the day Lingers sad and...
الصفحة 92 - Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.