The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, Limited, 1902 - 570 Seiten |
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... heart Of him who thus survives by classic art , His actions witness , venerate his mien , And study Trajan as by Pliny seen ; Behold how fought the chief whose conquering sword Stretched far as earth might own a single lord ; In the ...
... heart Of him who thus survives by classic art , His actions witness , venerate his mien , And study Trajan as by Pliny seen ; Behold how fought the chief whose conquering sword Stretched far as earth might own a single lord ; In the ...
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... heart , And wanted proof . " Suppose thou go and help Echion at the hill , to bark yon oak , And lop its branches off , before we delve About the trunk and ply the root with axe : This we may do in winter . " Rhaicos went ; For thence ...
... heart , And wanted proof . " Suppose thou go and help Echion at the hill , to bark yon oak , And lop its branches off , before we delve About the trunk and ply the root with axe : This we may do in winter . " Rhaicos went ; For thence ...
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... heart was touched as nearly ; But that was fifty years ago . Then other lovers came around you , Your beauty grew from year to year , And many a splendid circle found you The centre of its glittering sphere . I saw you then , first vows ...
... heart was touched as nearly ; But that was fifty years ago . Then other lovers came around you , Your beauty grew from year to year , And many a splendid circle found you The centre of its glittering sphere . I saw you then , first vows ...
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... heart was lyghte , Free and gaye : As I lay a - thynkynge , he rode upon his waye . As I lay a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , Sadly sang the birde as she sat upon the tree ; There seem'd a crimson'd plain , Where a ...
... heart was lyghte , Free and gaye : As I lay a - thynkynge , he rode upon his waye . As I lay a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , Sadly sang the birde as she sat upon the tree ; There seem'd a crimson'd plain , Where a ...
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... heart For thought to do her part . ' Tis then we hear the voice of God within , Pleading with care and sin : Child of my love ! how have I wearied thee ? Why wilt thou err from me ? Have I not brought thee from the house of slaves ...
... heart For thought to do her part . ' Tis then we hear the voice of God within , Pleading with care and sin : Child of my love ! how have I wearied thee ? Why wilt thou err from me ? Have I not brought thee from the house of slaves ...
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beautiful bells beloved sleep beneath breath bright brow Christ CHRISTINA GEORGina RossettI cloud Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep died dream dust earth earthly Excalibur eyes fair fame FELICIA HEMANS flowers FRANCIS MAHONY Frederick Faber giveth His beloved gold grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Irish Brigade Iseult JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN John lounged King Arthur land leave light live look Lord moon morning never night o'er pale pass poems poet poetry prayer pure rest risen river river Lee round shadow Shandon shine shore sigh Sir Bedivere smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speaker,-sleep spirit star stood stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tomb towers verse voice wave weary weep wild wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED words youth
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Seite 61 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire , Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Seite 327 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames ; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims...
Seite 48 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Seite 147 - Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
Seite 62 - Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale...
Seite 351 - It lies in Heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. Around her, lovers, newly met, 'Mid deathless Love's acclaims Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames.
Seite 358 - Does the road wind uphill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend.
Seite 313 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
Seite 403 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 312 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.