The Pilgrims' Way: A Little Scrip of Good Counsel for TravellersSeeley, 1906 - 329 sider |
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... hath built his mind 192 Here a little child I stand Hey nonny no ! . Hierusalem , my happy home High - spirited friend 4I 53 298 282 His golden locks Time hath to silver turned How happy is he born and taught How sweet the moonlight ...
... hath built his mind 192 Here a little child I stand Hey nonny no ! . Hierusalem , my happy home High - spirited friend 4I 53 298 282 His golden locks Time hath to silver turned How happy is he born and taught How sweet the moonlight ...
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... hath my heart , and I have his Never weather - beaten sail more willing bent to shore No coward soul is mine No thyng ys to man so dere Nous n'irons plus aux bois Now you will not swell the rout O ancient streams , O far - descended ...
... hath my heart , and I have his Never weather - beaten sail more willing bent to shore No coward soul is mine No thyng ys to man so dere Nous n'irons plus aux bois Now you will not swell the rout O ancient streams , O far - descended ...
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... hath fled 292 Where , like a pillow on a bed 92 Where the pools are bright and deep 23 Who is Silvia ? What is she ? 87 Who is the happy Warrior ? Who is he 267 Who is this that darkeneth counsel 233 Who overcomes by force 204 Whoso ...
... hath fled 292 Where , like a pillow on a bed 92 Where the pools are bright and deep 23 Who is Silvia ? What is she ? 87 Who is the happy Warrior ? Who is he 267 Who is this that darkeneth counsel 233 Who overcomes by force 204 Whoso ...
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... hath percèd to the rote , And bathed every veyne in swich licour , Of which vertu engendred is the flour ; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweetë breeth Inspirèd hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppës , and the yongë sonne Hath in ...
... hath percèd to the rote , And bathed every veyne in swich licour , Of which vertu engendred is the flour ; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweetë breeth Inspirèd hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppës , and the yongë sonne Hath in ...
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... hath writ him as his own little story , wherein he reads those days of his life that he cannot remem- ber , and sighs to see what innocence he hath outlived . He is the Christian's example , and the old man's relapse ; the one imitates ...
... hath writ him as his own little story , wherein he reads those days of his life that he cannot remem- ber , and sighs to see what innocence he hath outlived . He is the Christian's example , and the old man's relapse ; the one imitates ...
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awake beauty behold beloved blessed bright canst child Cleobis and Biton dark dear death delight divine doe ye doth dream earth EPICTETUS EPITHALAMION eternal eyes fayre fear flowers GARDEN glory goodly grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven Hey nonny Holy tide honour Hymen INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY JEREMY TAYLOR JOHANNES AGRICOLA JOHN MILTON king labour light live look Lord Love meets Love lyke man's Mary Morison Melampus mind morning never night o'er peace pleasures Praise prayer Quia amore langueo RALPH WALDO EMERSON rest River Duddon ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK rose shining sight Silvia sing sleep smiles song soul spirit stars sweet T. E. BROWN thee thine things THOMAS TRAHERNE Thou art thou hast thought TINTERN ABBEY tree Ulysses unto Vine voice WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wine wisdom woods may answer WYE ABOVE TINTERN Youth
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Side 28 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife: But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his
Side 119 - Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Side 318 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Side 26 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee: My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Side 226 - Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee? Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?
Side 297 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me : A brute I might have been, but would not sink i...
Side 237 - PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens : praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels : praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon : praise him, all ye stars of light.
Side 84 - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Side 292 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Side 28 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — • Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...