Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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... doth begin , His infancy to seize ! O more exceeding love , or law more just ! Just law , indeed , but more exceeding love ! For we by rightful doom remediless , Were lost in death , till He , that dwelt above High - thron'd in secret ...
... doth begin , His infancy to seize ! O more exceeding love , or law more just ! Just law , indeed , but more exceeding love ! For we by rightful doom remediless , Were lost in death , till He , that dwelt above High - thron'd in secret ...
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... doth sins glut , And Heaven's gate opens when the world is shut . Walk with thy fellow - creatures ; note the ush And whisperings amongst them . Not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning hymn ; each bush And oak doth know I AM . Canst ...
... doth sins glut , And Heaven's gate opens when the world is shut . Walk with thy fellow - creatures ; note the ush And whisperings amongst them . Not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning hymn ; each bush And oak doth know I AM . Canst ...
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... doth compare : No object but her passion's strength renews ; And as one shifts another straight ensues : Sometime her grief is dumb , and hath no words ; Sometime ' tis mad , and too much talk affords . The little birds that tune their ...
... doth compare : No object but her passion's strength renews ; And as one shifts another straight ensues : Sometime her grief is dumb , and hath no words ; Sometime ' tis mad , and too much talk affords . The little birds that tune their ...
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... doth prepare and dress the way , Wherefore I joy that you may see Upon my head such hairs to be . They be the lines that lead the length How far my race was for to run ; They say my youth is fled with strength , And how old age is well ...
... doth prepare and dress the way , Wherefore I joy that you may see Upon my head such hairs to be . They be the lines that lead the length How far my race was for to run ; They say my youth is fled with strength , And how old age is well ...
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... doth gain ; The lass saith no , and would full fain , And this is Love , as I hear sain . " " Yet , Shepherd , what is Love , I pray ? " " It is yea , it is a nay , A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then ...
... doth gain ; The lass saith no , and would full fain , And this is Love , as I hear sain . " " Yet , Shepherd , what is Love , I pray ? " " It is yea , it is a nay , A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then ...
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Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. Lear Five minutes daily readings Visos knygos peržiūra - 1884 |
Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. Lear Five minutes daily readings Visos knygos peržiūra - 1882 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
A. H. CLOUGH angels beatific beauty behold beneath bird blessed breast breath bright calm canst CHARLES KINGSLEY child Christ CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church clouds dark Dctober dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers friends GEORGE ELIOT glory God's golden Golden Legend grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Hesperides holy hope hour Inchcape Rock J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW King leaves life's light live look LORD HOUGHTON March month MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace praise pray prayer rest rose shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tree unto voice waves weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings words youth
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207 psl. - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
103 psl. - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired...
102 psl. - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead And Betty give this cheek a little red.
120 psl. - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
27 psl. - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
76 psl. - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
127 psl. - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
256 psl. - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
221 psl. - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
260 psl. - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.