The English Poets, Band 5Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1918 |
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... pain , Forced praise on our part - the glimmer of twilight , Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well , for we taught him - strike gallantly , Menace our heart ere we master his own ; Then let him receive the new ...
... pain , Forced praise on our part - the glimmer of twilight , Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well , for we taught him - strike gallantly , Menace our heart ere we master his own ; Then let him receive the new ...
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... pain of finite hearts that yearn . ( 1855. ) UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY ( As distinguished by an Italian Person of quality ) I Had I but plenty of money , money enough and to spare , The house for me , no doubt , were a house in ...
... pain of finite hearts that yearn . ( 1855. ) UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY ( As distinguished by an Italian Person of quality ) I Had I but plenty of money , money enough and to spare , The house for me , no doubt , were a house in ...
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... pain , darkness and cold . For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave , The black minute ' s at end , And the elements ' rage , the fiend - voices that rave , Shall dwindle , shall blend , Shall change , shall become first a peace ...
... pain , darkness and cold . For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave , The black minute ' s at end , And the elements ' rage , the fiend - voices that rave , Shall dwindle , shall blend , Shall change , shall become first a peace ...
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... pain ! Strive , and hold cheap the strain ; Learn , nor account the pang ; dare , never grudge the throe ! VII For thence , a paradox Which comforts while it mocks , — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be ...
... pain ! Strive , and hold cheap the strain ; Learn , nor account the pang ; dare , never grudge the throe ! VII For thence , a paradox Which comforts while it mocks , — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be ...
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... pains the immortal spirit must endure , All weakness which impairs , all griefs which bow , Find their sole speech in that victorious brow . REQUIESCAT Strew on her roses , roses , And never a spray of yew ! In quiet she reposes ; Ah ...
... pains the immortal spirit must endure , All weakness which impairs , all griefs which bow , Find their sole speech in that victorious brow . REQUIESCAT Strew on her roses , roses , And never a spray of yew ! In quiet she reposes ; Ah ...
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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.