The Pageant of English Poetry: Being 1150 Poems and Extracts by 300 AuthorsOxford University Press, 1911 - 606 sider |
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... deep , More grateful than this marble sleep . 6 It hears a voice within it tell- Calm's not life's crown , though calm is well . ' ' Tis all perhaps which man ac- quires : But ' tis not what our youth desires . M. ARNOLD . WORDSWORTH ...
... deep , More grateful than this marble sleep . 6 It hears a voice within it tell- Calm's not life's crown , though calm is well . ' ' Tis all perhaps which man ac- quires : But ' tis not what our youth desires . M. ARNOLD . WORDSWORTH ...
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... deep , More grateful than this marble sleep . It hears a voice within it tell— ' Calm's not life's crown , though calm is well . ' ' Tis all perhaps which man ac- quires : But ' tis not what our youth desires . M. ARNOLD . AND GOETHE ...
... deep , More grateful than this marble sleep . It hears a voice within it tell— ' Calm's not life's crown , though calm is well . ' ' Tis all perhaps which man ac- quires : But ' tis not what our youth desires . M. ARNOLD . AND GOETHE ...
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... deep- sunken , old - world pain- Say , will it never heal ? And can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees , and night , And the sweet tranquil Thames , And moonshine and the dew , To thy racked heart and brain Afford no balm ? Dost ...
... deep- sunken , old - world pain- Say , will it never heal ? And can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees , and night , And the sweet tranquil Thames , And moonshine and the dew , To thy racked heart and brain Afford no balm ? Dost ...
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... deep Breathe thy own tender calm . A. Sweet is thy reign , but short : the red dogstar Shall scorch thy tresses ; and the mower's scythe Thy greens , thy flowerets all , Remorseless shall destroy . Reluctant shall I bid thee then ...
... deep Breathe thy own tender calm . A. Sweet is thy reign , but short : the red dogstar Shall scorch thy tresses ; and the mower's scythe Thy greens , thy flowerets all , Remorseless shall destroy . Reluctant shall I bid thee then ...
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... Deep mourns the turtle in sequestered bower , And shrill lark carols from her aerial tour . J. BEATTIE ( The Minstrel ) . 36. THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY MORTALITY , behold , and fear , What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many ...
... Deep mourns the turtle in sequestered bower , And shrill lark carols from her aerial tour . J. BEATTIE ( The Minstrel ) . 36. THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY MORTALITY , behold , and fear , What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many ...
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A. H. CLOUGH beauty bel ami birds blow bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek child clouds crown dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae friends glorious glory grace grave green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven honour hour King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee maid merry mind morn ne'er never night o'er P. J. BAILEY praise rest rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet T. L. PEACOCK tears tell thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice W. E. AYTOUN W. M. THACKERAY waves weep wild wind youth
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Side 288 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Side 419 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Side 245 - 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.
Side 442 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Side 436 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing...
Side 435 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Side 33 - How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, —...
Side 331 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His State Is kingly. Thousands...
Side 156 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,— Nay I have done, you get no more of me ; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up...
Side 420 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.