Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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2 psl.
... licking flame , And make it thus expire . Then make me weep My paines asleep , And give me such reposes , That I , poore I , May think , thereby , I live and die ' Mongst roses . Fall on me like a silent dew , Or like 2 JANUARY .
... licking flame , And make it thus expire . Then make me weep My paines asleep , And give me such reposes , That I , poore I , May think , thereby , I live and die ' Mongst roses . Fall on me like a silent dew , Or like 2 JANUARY .
4 psl.
... lives the last of all his family ! He looks around him , and his eye discerns The face of the stranger ; and his heart is sick . Man of the world , what canst thou do for him ? Wealth is a burthen which he could not bear ; Mirth a ...
... lives the last of all his family ! He looks around him , and his eye discerns The face of the stranger ; and his heart is sick . Man of the world , what canst thou do for him ? Wealth is a burthen which he could not bear ; Mirth a ...
6 psl.
... live . E. CASWALL . January 7 . You know her meek sister ? Oh , soft is the fall Of her fairy footsteps on hut and on hall ! To hide the old father's bleak doings below In pity she cometh , the ministering snow . With her mantle she ...
... live . E. CASWALL . January 7 . You know her meek sister ? Oh , soft is the fall Of her fairy footsteps on hut and on hall ! To hide the old father's bleak doings below In pity she cometh , the ministering snow . With her mantle she ...
11 psl.
... lives are incomplete , Standing in these walls of Time ; Broken stairways , where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb . Build to - day , then , strong and sure , With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to - morrow ...
... lives are incomplete , Standing in these walls of Time ; Broken stairways , where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb . Build to - day , then , strong and sure , With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to - morrow ...
13 psl.
... live not in our moments or our years- The Present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet Future , which we after find Bitter to taste , or bind that in with fears , And water it beforehand with our tears- Vain tears for that which ...
... live not in our moments or our years- The Present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet Future , which we after find Bitter to taste , or bind that in with fears , And water it beforehand with our tears- Vain tears for that which ...
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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
Populiarios ištraukos
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.