A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 Seiten |
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... dead Perplext in faith ; but pure in deeds Piping down the valleys wild Proud Maisie is in the wood Pure souls that watch above me - Put by the wheel , the summer's done · Sept. 25 Oct. ΤΟ - Feb. 23 · Dec. 16 April 25 Feb. 22 - Aug. 8 ...
... dead Perplext in faith ; but pure in deeds Piping down the valleys wild Proud Maisie is in the wood Pure souls that watch above me - Put by the wheel , the summer's done · Sept. 25 Oct. ΤΟ - Feb. 23 · Dec. 16 April 25 Feb. 22 - Aug. 8 ...
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... dead The poets vaunt autumnal hues too much The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves There are in this loud stunning tide The redbreast , sacred to the household gods There is a haunting phantom called Regret There is a jewel which no ...
... dead The poets vaunt autumnal hues too much The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves There are in this loud stunning tide The redbreast , sacred to the household gods There is a haunting phantom called Regret There is a jewel which no ...
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... dead , not lost , But speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer , as funeral lamps , Amid the chills and damps Of the vast plain where Death encamps ! LONGFELLOW I RESPICE FINEM Y soul , sit thou a patient ...
... dead , not lost , But speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer , as funeral lamps , Amid the chills and damps Of the vast plain where Death encamps ! LONGFELLOW I RESPICE FINEM Y soul , sit thou a patient ...
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... dead selves to higher things . But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match ? Or reach a hand through time to catch The far - off interest of tears ? Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drowned , Let darkness keep ...
... dead selves to higher things . But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match ? Or reach a hand through time to catch The far - off interest of tears ? Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drowned , Let darkness keep ...
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... forth , and cast this world behind us ! With Thee , the Anointed , Finds the soul its rest and joy appointed . LONGFELLOW From the German THE PRODIGAL LOVE bade me enter : but my soul ΙΟ JANUARY IO Blessed are the Dead.
... forth , and cast this world behind us ! With Thee , the Anointed , Finds the soul its rest and joy appointed . LONGFELLOW From the German THE PRODIGAL LOVE bade me enter : but my soul ΙΟ JANUARY IO Blessed are the Dead.
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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?