A Physician's anthology of English and American poetryCasey Albert Wood H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1920 - 346 psl. |
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... hath said of man , " that he looks before and after " . He is the rock of defence for human nature ; an upholder and preserver , carrying everywhere with him relationship and love . In spite of difference of soil and climate , of ...
... hath said of man , " that he looks before and after " . He is the rock of defence for human nature ; an upholder and preserver , carrying everywhere with him relationship and love . In spite of difference of soil and climate , of ...
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... hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , How Stolen on his wing my three - and - twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom show'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth ...
... hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , How Stolen on his wing my three - and - twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom show'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth ...
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... hath told the lapse of time . No quiet , which is death's , —it hath The mournfulness of ancient life , Enduring always at dull strife . As the world's heart of rest and wrath , Its painful pulse is in the sands . Last utterly , the ...
... hath told the lapse of time . No quiet , which is death's , —it hath The mournfulness of ancient life , Enduring always at dull strife . As the world's heart of rest and wrath , Its painful pulse is in the sands . Last utterly , the ...
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... hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet and twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . The Way of It HE wind is awake , pretty leaves ...
... hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet and twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . The Way of It HE wind is awake , pretty leaves ...
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... hath been deep ordained . Fate , which foresaw How frivolous a baby man would be , By what distractions he would be possessed , How he would pour himself in every strife , And well - nigh change his own identity ; That it might keep ...
... hath been deep ordained . Fate , which foresaw How frivolous a baby man would be , By what distractions he would be possessed , How he would pour himself in every strife , And well - nigh change his own identity ; That it might keep ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Artemidora ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty brave breast breath bright canst charm clouds DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY EMILY BRONTË eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear feel fire flowers glory grave grief hand hath hear heart Heaven honoured hope hour John labour land leaves life's light live Mally's MATTHEW ARNOLD never night o'er Osler pain pass passion peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poet praise RALPH WALDO EMERSON RECUSANTS AND STANDARD-BEARERS rest ROBERT BROWNING rose sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars Strangers strife sweet sword tears thee thine things THOMAS CAMPION thou art thought truth voice W. B. Yeats WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weary weep WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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