Living English Poets: MDCCCLXXXII.Kegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1883 - 325 psl. |
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... thought fitting to select from Dramas , since detached passages suffer by division from their context , and hence SIR HENRY TAYLOR is here repre- sented by lyrics alone , of which he has written far too few . The present age has been ...
... thought fitting to select from Dramas , since detached passages suffer by division from their context , and hence SIR HENRY TAYLOR is here repre- sented by lyrics alone , of which he has written far too few . The present age has been ...
xiii psl.
... THOUGHTS , FROM ABROAD FROM " A BLOT IN THE ' SCUTCHEON " FROM " PARACELSUS " WARING . TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER 86 87 88 89 99 INSTANS TYRANNUS APPARENT FAILURE · · THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH ...
... THOUGHTS , FROM ABROAD FROM " A BLOT IN THE ' SCUTCHEON " FROM " PARACELSUS " WARING . TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER 86 87 88 89 99 INSTANS TYRANNUS APPARENT FAILURE · · THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH ...
2 psl.
... thoughts that rose in them wrought to speech . BOWL Thou in the corner so grim and spare , Who sent thee hither ? What dost thou there ? SPEAR I came of the ash - tree Ygdrasil , And do her bidding for woe or weal . BOWL For whom the ...
... thoughts that rose in them wrought to speech . BOWL Thou in the corner so grim and spare , Who sent thee hither ? What dost thou there ? SPEAR I came of the ash - tree Ygdrasil , And do her bidding for woe or weal . BOWL For whom the ...
30 psl.
... thought profound . There fixed thought to questions did I lend , Which hover on the bounds of mortal ken , And have perplexed , and will unto the end Perplex the brains of men ; Of what is time , and what eternity , Of RICHARD CHENEVIX ...
... thought profound . There fixed thought to questions did I lend , Which hover on the bounds of mortal ken , And have perplexed , and will unto the end Perplex the brains of men ; Of what is time , and what eternity , Of RICHARD CHENEVIX ...
32 psl.
... if at seasons this world's undelight Oppressed him , or the hollow at its heart , One glance at those enduring mansions bright Made gloomier thoughts depart ; Till many times the sweetness of the thought Of an 32 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... if at seasons this world's undelight Oppressed him , or the hollow at its heart , One glance at those enduring mansions bright Made gloomier thoughts depart ; Till many times the sweetness of the thought Of an 32 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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BABETTE Bassarid beat beneath birds Born boughs breath bright brow dark dead dear death deep doth dream Drowsietown drowsy earth eyes face fair feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live look morn murmur never night nightingale o'er once Ozana pain pale pass phantom islands PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON rain RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round scattered spaces shadows shining silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound star stood stream strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thou art thought thro Thyiades To-morrow tree turn'd VIEUXBOIS Ville-d'Avray Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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115 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...
57 psl. - To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves...
181 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.
7 psl. - LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home, — Lead thou me on ! Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
252 psl. - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
144 psl. - But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly! For strong the infection of our mental strife, Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest; And we should win thee from thy own fair life, Like us distracted, and like us unblest. Soon, soon thy cheer would die, Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfix'd thy powers, And thy clear aims be cross and shifting made : And then thy glad perennial youth would fade, Fade, and grow old at last, and die like ours.
65 psl. - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
133 psl. - Yes ! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
84 psl. - s the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture ! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower, — Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower ! HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA.
82 psl. - He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.