The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & Poets, Made by the Poet Laureate in 1915 & Dedicated by Gracious Permission to His Majesty the KingLongmans, Green, 1916 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... hast a voice , great Mountain , to repeal Large codes of fraud and woe ; not understood By all , but which the wise , and great , and good Interpret , or make felt , or deeply feel . The fields , the lakes , the forests , and the ...
... hast a voice , great Mountain , to repeal Large codes of fraud and woe ; not understood By all , but which the wise , and great , and good Interpret , or make felt , or deeply feel . The fields , the lakes , the forests , and the ...
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... hast bound bones and veins in me , fasten'd me flesh , And after at times almost unmade me with dread , Thy doing ; and dost Thou touch me afresh ? Over again I feel thy finger and find Thee . . . ... Not with doubting , but with ...
... hast bound bones and veins in me , fasten'd me flesh , And after at times almost unmade me with dread , Thy doing ; and dost Thou touch me afresh ? Over again I feel thy finger and find Thee . . . ... Not with doubting , but with ...
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... hast set thy glory above the heavens ! Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklings hast thou establish'd strength because of thine adversaries , that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger . When I consider thy heavens , the ...
... hast set thy glory above the heavens ! Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklings hast thou establish'd strength because of thine adversaries , that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger . When I consider thy heavens , the ...
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... hast thy seat . 91 SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven ...
... hast thy seat . 91 SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven ...
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... hast not thy bliss , For ever wilt thou love , and she be fair ! ... Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste , Thou shalt remain in midst of other woe Than ours , a friend to man , to whom thou say'st ' Beauty is Truth ...
... hast not thy bliss , For ever wilt thou love , and she be fair ! ... Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste , Thou shalt remain in midst of other woe Than ours , a friend to man , to whom thou say'st ' Beauty is Truth ...
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Achaia Anchises Art thou beauty behold beneath bien birds blue air born breath bright brown nightjar c'est city of Death cloud courant électrique dark dead dear death deep delight Dieu divine dost doth dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate hither hope human Ideal Love immortal Kirconnell kiss light live look Lord lovers Lycidas man's mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain Peter the deacon pleasure praise Priam qu'il SEASON of mists shadows sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring Stoicism sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto vienne virtue voice wandering waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings wisdom youth
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الصفحة 69 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
الصفحة 199 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
الصفحة 187 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 197 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
الصفحة 13 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
الصفحة 183 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 151 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.