Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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... hears the orphan's cries , And wipes the tears from widows ' eyes : Their crimes on gold shall misers lay , Who pawned their sordid souls for pay . Let bravoes then , when blood is spilt , Upbraid the passive sword with guilt . January ...
... hears the orphan's cries , And wipes the tears from widows ' eyes : Their crimes on gold shall misers lay , Who pawned their sordid souls for pay . Let bravoes then , when blood is spilt , Upbraid the passive sword with guilt . January ...
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... hears what you can say ; Still her odd perverseness shows Chiefly where she nothing knows . And where she is most familiar , Always peevisher and sillier ; All her spirits in a flame When she knows she's most to blame . Send me hence ...
... hears what you can say ; Still her odd perverseness shows Chiefly where she nothing knows . And where she is most familiar , Always peevisher and sillier ; All her spirits in a flame When she knows she's most to blame . Send me hence ...
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... hear : " Resolve to be thyself ; and know that he Who finds himself loses his misery ! " MATTHEW ARNOLD . January 19 . WITH partial hands the gods their gifts dispense , Some greatly think , some speak with manly sense ; Here Heav'n an ...
... hear : " Resolve to be thyself ; and know that he Who finds himself loses his misery ! " MATTHEW ARNOLD . January 19 . WITH partial hands the gods their gifts dispense , Some greatly think , some speak with manly sense ; Here Heav'n an ...
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... hear say . " " Yet what is Love ? good Shepherd , sain . " " It is a sunshine mixt with rain ; It is a toothache , or like pain ; It is a game where none doth gain ; The lass saith no , and would full fain , And this is Love , as I hear ...
... hear say . " " Yet what is Love ? good Shepherd , sain . " " It is a sunshine mixt with rain ; It is a toothache , or like pain ; It is a game where none doth gain ; The lass saith no , and would full fain , And this is Love , as I hear ...
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February 3 . To see sad sights moves more than hear them told ; For then the eye interprets to the ear The heavy motion that it doth behold , When every part a part of woe doth bear , ' Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear . Deep ...
February 3 . To see sad sights moves more than hear them told ; For then the eye interprets to the ear The heavy motion that it doth behold , When every part a part of woe doth bear , ' Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear . Deep ...
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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.