Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 psl. |
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... is brief Upon the beechen spray ; The green bud springs , the young bird sings Old leaf , make room for May : Begone , fly away ; Make room for May . Oh green bud , smile on me awhile , Oh SIR HENRY TAYLOR 5 FROM "THE VIRGIN WIDOW" I II 99.
... is brief Upon the beechen spray ; The green bud springs , the young bird sings Old leaf , make room for May : Begone , fly away ; Make room for May . Oh green bud , smile on me awhile , Oh SIR HENRY TAYLOR 5 FROM "THE VIRGIN WIDOW" I II 99.
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... sings on every tree , And flowers are sweeter for my Lightly o'er the plain he stept , sake . Lightly brush'd he through the wood , And snared a little bird that slept And had not waken'd when she should . Lightly through the wood he ...
... sings on every tree , And flowers are sweeter for my Lightly o'er the plain he stept , sake . Lightly brush'd he through the wood , And snared a little bird that slept And had not waken'd when she should . Lightly through the wood he ...
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... sing my sad perpetual strain , Until the morn . There will I sing , and soothe my stricken breast , Which ne'er can cease To throb , and pine , and languish , till possest Of its Sole Peace . There will I sing my absent Lord and Love ...
... sing my sad perpetual strain , Until the morn . There will I sing , and soothe my stricken breast , Which ne'er can cease To throb , and pine , and languish , till possest Of its Sole Peace . There will I sing my absent Lord and Love ...
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... singing of a bird , As , sweet in very truth , then seemed to him The sweetest ever heard . That lodestar drew him onward inward still , Deeper than where the village children stray , Deeper than where the woodman's glittering bill Lops ...
... singing of a bird , As , sweet in very truth , then seemed to him The sweetest ever heard . That lodestar drew him onward inward still , Deeper than where the village children stray , Deeper than where the woodman's glittering bill Lops ...
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... singing songs of Paradise invite All hearts to holy mirth , And then take wing to Paradise again , Leaving all listening spirits raised above The toil of earth , the trouble , and the pain , And melted all in love : Such hidden might ...
... singing songs of Paradise invite All hearts to holy mirth , And then take wing to Paradise again , Leaving all listening spirits raised above The toil of earth , the trouble , and the pain , And melted all in love : Such hidden might ...
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bear beneath birds Born breath bright bring clear cold comes dark dead death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel feet fields fire flowers give golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour keep King kiss land leave light lips live look morn never night o'er once pain pass past play rain rest rose round seemed shadows shines silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soon soul sound spring stand stars stood stream strong summer sweet thee thine things thou thought tree turn voice wait wake watch waters waves wilt wind young
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121 psl. - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
115 psl. - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of his tribes that take, I must believe.
117 psl. - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
113 psl. - 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!
121 psl. - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
179 psl. - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at the door.
118 psl. - Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.
163 psl. - From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a...
250 psl. - The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. Heart handfast in heart as they stood, 'Look thither,
141 psl. - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife Fly hence, our contact fear!