A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 Seiten |
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... born Beauty , Robert Southey Robert Bridges · · Anon . · translated from Michael Angelo - 12. Now Autumn's Fire - William Wordsworth Geraldine M. Seymour J. A. Symonds William Allingham 13. Elegy for Sir Philip Sidney Matthew Roydon 14 ...
... born Beauty , Robert Southey Robert Bridges · · Anon . · translated from Michael Angelo - 12. Now Autumn's Fire - William Wordsworth Geraldine M. Seymour J. A. Symonds William Allingham 13. Elegy for Sir Philip Sidney Matthew Roydon 14 ...
Seite 17
... born of woman ! Frail life ! in which through mists of human breath - Feb. Friend , when the dews are falling Get up , get up for shame ! - - Nov. . July 20 · June Dec. 25 4 29 2 May I 28 Feb. ΙΟ - - July - June . Feb. 16 5 7 . Oct. 30 ...
... born of woman ! Frail life ! in which through mists of human breath - Feb. Friend , when the dews are falling Get up , get up for shame ! - - Nov. . July 20 · June Dec. 25 4 29 2 May I 28 Feb. ΙΟ - - July - June . Feb. 16 5 7 . Oct. 30 ...
Seite 6
... Born is the King of Israel . They looked up and saw a star Shining in the East , beyond them far , And to the earth it gave great light , And so it continued both day and night . And by the light of that same star Three Wise Men came ...
... Born is the King of Israel . They looked up and saw a star Shining in the East , beyond them far , And to the earth it gave great light , And so it continued both day and night . And by the light of that same star Three Wise Men came ...
Seite 25
... born lambs Within their straw - built fold beneath the hill Answer with plaintive cry their bleating dams . Their voices melt in welcome dreams of spring , Green grass and leafy trees and sunny skies : My fancy decks the woods , the ...
... born lambs Within their straw - built fold beneath the hill Answer with plaintive cry their bleating dams . Their voices melt in welcome dreams of spring , Green grass and leafy trees and sunny skies : My fancy decks the woods , the ...
Seite 35
... born again , Since no grief ever born can ever die Through changeless change of seasons passing by ? WILLIAM MORRIS CANDLEMAS DOWN with the rosemary and bays , Down with 35.
... born again , Since no grief ever born can ever die Through changeless change of seasons passing by ? WILLIAM MORRIS CANDLEMAS DOWN with the rosemary and bays , Down with 35.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. E. Housman Alfred Tennyson Anon April autumn beauty beneath birds blow breath bright CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds cold dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth Edward Cracroft Lefroy eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers glory golden green grey happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill John JOHN KEBLE July June Katharine Tynan-Hinkson light live LONGFELLOW look Lord Love's March merry morning never night o'er pain peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston Poems RICHARD Robert Bridges ROBERT HERRICK rose ROSSETTI sail Sept SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY silence sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Lovell Beddoes thought trees unto voice W. B. Yeats walk waves weary wild William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods WORDSWORTH
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 291 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Seite 98 - 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.
Seite 213 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 86 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 15 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 374 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Seite 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Seite 316 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Seite 9 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Seite 314 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?