Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. LearThomas Whittaker and Company, 1882 - 391 sider |
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Side 4
... face of the stranger ; and his heart is sick . Man of the world , what canst thou do for him ? Wealth is a burthen which he could not bear ; Mirth a strange crime , the which he dare not act , And generous wines no cordial to his soul ...
... face of the stranger ; and his heart is sick . Man of the world , what canst thou do for him ? Wealth is a burthen which he could not bear ; Mirth a strange crime , the which he dare not act , And generous wines no cordial to his soul ...
Side 5
... ' Incarnate King of kings , In reverent awe profound . Sleep , Holy Babe ! While I with Mary gaze In joy upon that face awhile , Upon the loving infant smile , Which there divinely plays . Sleep , Holy Babe ! Ah ! take Thy brief JANUARY .
... ' Incarnate King of kings , In reverent awe profound . Sleep , Holy Babe ! While I with Mary gaze In joy upon that face awhile , Upon the loving infant smile , Which there divinely plays . Sleep , Holy Babe ! Ah ! take Thy brief JANUARY .
Side 14
... face that ever smiles ; None could ever act that part But a fury at her heart . Ye who hate such inconsistence , To be easy keep your distance ! Or in folly still befriend her , But have no concern to mend her . Lose no time to ...
... face that ever smiles ; None could ever act that part But a fury at her heart . Ye who hate such inconsistence , To be easy keep your distance ! Or in folly still befriend her , But have no concern to mend her . Lose no time to ...
Side 15
... face of woe : but there are things , —— A song , a face , a picture , or a word , - Which , by some semblance , touch her heart to JANUARY . 15.
... face of woe : but there are things , —— A song , a face , a picture , or a word , - Which , by some semblance , touch her heart to JANUARY . 15.
Side 24
... face was never meant To be the shore of discontent . Then clear those wat'rish stars again , Which else portend a lasting rain , Lest the clouds which settle there Prolong my winter all the year , And thy example others make In love ...
... face was never meant To be the shore of discontent . Then clear those wat'rish stars again , Which else portend a lasting rain , Lest the clouds which settle there Prolong my winter all the year , And thy example others make In love ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beatific beauty behold beneath bird blessed breast breath bright calm canst CHARLES KINGSLEY cheer child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church clouds dark Dctober dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers friends GEORGE ELIOT glory God's golden Golden Legend grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Hesperides holy hope hour Inchcape Rock J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW King leaves life's light live look LORD HOUGHTON March month MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace praise pray prayer rest rose shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tree unto voice waves weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings words youth
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Side 205 - 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...
Side 120 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Side 27 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Side 76 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Side 118 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Side 127 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Side 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Side 254 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Side 103 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife. Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind...
Side 219 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.