The British Poets, 第 3 巻Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... bless The adventurous toil , and up the path sublime Now lead , now follow : the glad landscape round Wide and more wide , increasing without bound ! O then ' twere loveliest sympathy , to mark The berries of the half - uprooted ash ...
... bless The adventurous toil , and up the path sublime Now lead , now follow : the glad landscape round Wide and more wide , increasing without bound ! O then ' twere loveliest sympathy , to mark The berries of the half - uprooted ash ...
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... blessed the day , And prayed as mothers use to pray . III . " Vouchsafe him health , O God ! and give The child thy servant still to live ! " But God had destined to do more Through him , than through an armed power . IV . God gave him ...
... blessed the day , And prayed as mothers use to pray . III . " Vouchsafe him health , O God ! and give The child thy servant still to live ! " But God had destined to do more Through him , than through an armed power . IV . God gave him ...
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... bless , I may not vilely prostitute to those Whose infants owe them less Than the poor caterpillar owes Its gaudy parent fly . You were a mother ! at your bosom fed The babes that loved you . You , with laugh- ing eye , Each twilight ...
... bless , I may not vilely prostitute to those Whose infants owe them less Than the poor caterpillar owes Its gaudy parent fly . You were a mother ! at your bosom fed The babes that loved you . You , with laugh- ing eye , Each twilight ...
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... blessing , I hymn thee ! Forth , ye sweet sounds ! from my harp , and my voice shall float on your surges― Soar thou aloft , O my soul ! and bear up my song on thy pinions . Travelling the vale with mine eyes - green mea- dows and lake ...
... blessing , I hymn thee ! Forth , ye sweet sounds ! from my harp , and my voice shall float on your surges― Soar thou aloft , O my soul ! and bear up my song on thy pinions . Travelling the vale with mine eyes - green mea- dows and lake ...
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... blessing , Huge wasteful empires founded , and hallow'd slow persecution , Soul - withering , but crush'd the blasphemous rites of the Pagan And idolatrous Christians . - For veiling the Gos- pel of Jesus , They , the best corrupting ...
... blessing , Huge wasteful empires founded , and hallow'd slow persecution , Soul - withering , but crush'd the blasphemous rites of the Pagan And idolatrous Christians . - For veiling the Gos- pel of Jesus , They , the best corrupting ...
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27 ページ - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
28 ページ - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
26 ページ - Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live! II A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
83 ページ - ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring ! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
30 ページ - Tis of the rushing of an host in rout. With groans, of trampled men, with smarting wounds — At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold! But hush! there is a pause of deepest silence! And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd, With groans, and tremulous shudderings— all is over — It tells another tale, with sounds less deep and loud! A tale of less affright. And tempered with delight. As Otway's self- had framed the tender lay.
73 ページ - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing House not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery Cliffs and glittering Sands, How lightly then it flashed along...
31 ページ - Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth! With light heart may she rise, Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice : To her may all things live, from Pole to Pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul ! O simple spirit, guided from above, Dear Lady ! friend devoutest of my choice, Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
74 ページ - Youth! for years so many and sweet, "Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that Thou art gone!
64 ページ - ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble Trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed ! Only a sense of supplication.
27 ページ - And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element I v. O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.