The English Poets, Band 5Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1918 |
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... Light Brigade The Brook Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Northern Farmer , Old Style Tithonus Milton The Sailor Boy Arthur's Farewell ( from The Idylls of the King : Guinevere ) The Revenge To Virgil Hymn ( from Akbar's Dream ) ...
... Light Brigade The Brook Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Northern Farmer , Old Style Tithonus Milton The Sailor Boy Arthur's Farewell ( from The Idylls of the King : Guinevere ) The Revenge To Virgil Hymn ( from Akbar's Dream ) ...
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... light it was made for — as when , dare I say , The Lord's army , in rapture of service , strains through its array . And upsoareth the cherubim - chariot- " Saul ! " cried I , and stopped , And waited the thing that should follow . Then ...
... light it was made for — as when , dare I say , The Lord's army , in rapture of service , strains through its array . And upsoareth the cherubim - chariot- " Saul ! " cried I , and stopped , And waited the thing that should follow . Then ...
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... light winds blow , Fixed by no friendly star ? XII Just when I seemed about to learn ! Where is the thread now ? Off again . The old trick ! Only I discern- Infinite passion , and the pain of finite hearts that yearn . ( 1855. ) UP AT A ...
... light winds blow , Fixed by no friendly star ? XII Just when I seemed about to learn ! Where is the thread now ? Off again . The old trick ! Only I discern- Infinite passion , and the pain of finite hearts that yearn . ( 1855. ) UP AT A ...
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... become first a peace out of pain , Then a light , then thy breast , O thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again , And with God be the rest ! ( 1861. ) RABBI BEN EZRA I Grow old along with me ! 28 THE ENGLISH POETS Prospice.
... become first a peace out of pain , Then a light , then thy breast , O thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again , And with God be the rest ! ( 1861. ) RABBI BEN EZRA I Grow old along with me ! 28 THE ENGLISH POETS Prospice.
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... light upon them , and will show , as they do , how early his mind reached its maturity . The first little volume of poems , it will be remembered , was pub- lished in 1849 , when Arnold was twenty - seven ; but five or six years before ...
... light upon them , and will show , as they do , how early his mind reached its maturity . The first little volume of poems , it will be remembered , was pub- lished in 1849 , when Arnold was twenty - seven ; but five or six years before ...
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Seite 158 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Seite 255 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Seite 30 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Seite 141 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Seite 132 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Seite 73 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Seite 9 - Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Seite 73 - 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 29 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Seite 125 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.