The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1902 - 570 psl. |
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... along ' Twixt villages , and think how we shall take Our own calm journey on for human sake . I have accordingly selected a portion of a poem written only two years before the reign of Queen Victoria 8 INTRODUCTORY NOTES.
... along ' Twixt villages , and think how we shall take Our own calm journey on for human sake . I have accordingly selected a portion of a poem written only two years before the reign of Queen Victoria 8 INTRODUCTORY NOTES.
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... human hearts . A parrot from the Spanish Main , Full young , and early caged , came o'er With bright wings , to the bleak domain Of Mulla's shore . To spicy groves where he had won His plumage of resplendent hue , His native fruits ...
... human hearts . A parrot from the Spanish Main , Full young , and early caged , came o'er With bright wings , to the bleak domain Of Mulla's shore . To spicy groves where he had won His plumage of resplendent hue , His native fruits ...
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... human birth , The dying felon by Thy side , to be In Paradise with Thee . Nor o'er Thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake ; A little while the conscious earth did shake At that foul deed by her fierce children done ; A few dim hours of ...
... human birth , The dying felon by Thy side , to be In Paradise with Thee . Nor o'er Thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake ; A little while the conscious earth did shake At that foul deed by her fierce children done ; A few dim hours of ...
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... They seem to gasp with strong desire Such signs of love old Ocean gives , We cannot choose but think he lives . Would'st thou the life of souls discern ? Nor human 46 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY Second Sunday after Trinity.
... They seem to gasp with strong desire Such signs of love old Ocean gives , We cannot choose but think he lives . Would'st thou the life of souls discern ? Nor human 46 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY Second Sunday after Trinity.
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... human wisdom nor divine Helps thee by aught beside to learn ; Love is life's only sign . The Spring of the regenerate heart , The pulse , the glow of every part , Is the true love of Christ our Lord As man embrac'd , as God ador'd . But ...
... human wisdom nor divine Helps thee by aught beside to learn ; Love is life's only sign . The Spring of the regenerate heart , The pulse , the glow of every part , Is the true love of Christ our Lord As man embrac'd , as God ador'd . But ...
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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.