The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1902 - 570 psl. |
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... dead . 3. Poets who wrote during the reign of Queen Victoria and are happily still with us.1 To each of these classes I have prefixed some brief introductory notes . I trust that I have succeeded in presenting to the reader a large ...
... dead . 3. Poets who wrote during the reign of Queen Victoria and are happily still with us.1 To each of these classes I have prefixed some brief introductory notes . I trust that I have succeeded in presenting to the reader a large ...
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... dead . " If LORD BYRON had attained the sum of years which , as he tells us , the " Psalmist numbered out , " he would have been long a subject of Queen Victoria . So would both Keats and Shelley , if they had passed middle life . A ...
... dead . " If LORD BYRON had attained the sum of years which , as he tells us , the " Psalmist numbered out , " he would have been long a subject of Queen Victoria . So would both Keats and Shelley , if they had passed middle life . A ...
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... dead . THE NIGHT AND DAY Nor then forget that Chamber of the Dead Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day , Turned into stone , rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing , and shed round at noon A twofold influence - only to be ...
... dead . THE NIGHT AND DAY Nor then forget that Chamber of the Dead Where the gigantic shapes of Night and Day , Turned into stone , rest everlastingly ; Yet still are breathing , and shed round at noon A twofold influence - only to be ...
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... dead ; Yet glorious Art the power of Time defies , And Trajan still , through various enterprise , Mounts , in this fine illusion , towards the skies : Still are we present with the imperial Chief , Nor cease to gaze upon the bold ...
... dead ; Yet glorious Art the power of Time defies , And Trajan still , through various enterprise , Mounts , in this fine illusion , towards the skies : Still are we present with the imperial Chief , Nor cease to gaze upon the bold ...
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... dead- The dead cannot deceive . Sweet modest flowers of Spring , How fleet your balmy day ! And man's brief year can bring No secondary May . No earthly burst again Of gladness out of gloom Fond hope and vision vain , Ungrateful to the ...
... dead- The dead cannot deceive . Sweet modest flowers of Spring , How fleet your balmy day ! And man's brief year can bring No secondary May . No earthly burst again Of gladness out of gloom Fond hope and vision vain , Ungrateful to the ...
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beautiful bells beloved sleep beneath breath bright brow Christ CHRISTINA GEORGina RossettI cloud Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep died dream dust earth earthly Excalibur eyes fair fame FELICIA HEMANS flowers FRANCIS MAHONY Frederick Faber giveth His beloved gold grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Irish Brigade Iseult JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN John lounged King Arthur land leave light live look Lord moon morning never night o'er pale pass poems poet poetry prayer pure rest risen river river Lee round shadow Shandon shine shore sigh Sir Bedivere smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speaker,-sleep spirit star stood stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tomb towers verse voice wave weary weep wild wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED words youth
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61 psl. - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire , Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
327 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...
48 psl. - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
147 psl. - Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
62 psl. - Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale...
351 psl. - It lies in Heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. Around her, lovers, newly met, 'Mid deathless Love's acclaims Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames.
358 psl. - Does the road wind uphill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend.
313 psl. - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
403 psl. - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
312 psl. - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.