Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. LearThomas Whittaker and Company, 1882 - 391 sider |
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... head , And make my bed , Thou power that canst sever From me this ill , And quickly still , Tho ' thou but kill My fever . Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle - licking flame , And make it thus expire ...
... head , And make my bed , Thou power that canst sever From me this ill , And quickly still , Tho ' thou but kill My fever . Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle - licking flame , And make it thus expire ...
Side 25
... head to be . They be the strings of sober sound , Whose music is harmonical ; Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , and how thereto I shall : Wherefore I love that you may see Upon my head such hairs to be . God grant to those ...
... head to be . They be the strings of sober sound , Whose music is harmonical ; Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , and how thereto I shall : Wherefore I love that you may see Upon my head such hairs to be . God grant to those ...
Side 28
... head , Are those that owe my bounty for their bread . They raise a war , and christen it THE CAUSE , While sacrilegious hands have best applause , Plunder and murder are the kingdom's laws ; Tyranny bears the title of taxation , Revenge ...
... head , Are those that owe my bounty for their bread . They raise a war , and christen it THE CAUSE , While sacrilegious hands have best applause , Plunder and murder are the kingdom's laws ; Tyranny bears the title of taxation , Revenge ...
Side 29
... head his foes advance : Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance . With my own power my majesty they wound , In the King's name the King himself's uncrown'd , So doth the dust destroy the diamond . With propositions daily they enchant ...
... head his foes advance : Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance . With my own power my majesty they wound , In the King's name the King himself's uncrown'd , So doth the dust destroy the diamond . With propositions daily they enchant ...
Side 34
... of his convent of gray stone , Into the forest older , darker , grayer , His lips moving as if in prayer , His head sunken upon his breast As in a dream of rest , Walked the Monk Felix . All about The broad sweet 34 FEBRUARY .
... of his convent of gray stone , Into the forest older , darker , grayer , His lips moving as if in prayer , His head sunken upon his breast As in a dream of rest , Walked the Monk Felix . All about The broad sweet 34 FEBRUARY .
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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.