Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
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23 psl.
... poor soul , enwrapped in such a sinning , Bound in the shameful body of thy death ! Well , let me sin , but not with my consenting ; Well , let me die , but willing to be whole : Never , O Christ , - -so stay me from relenting , - Shall ...
... poor soul , enwrapped in such a sinning , Bound in the shameful body of thy death ! Well , let me sin , but not with my consenting ; Well , let me die , but willing to be whole : Never , O Christ , - -so stay me from relenting , - Shall ...
29 psl.
... Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance . With my own power my majesty they wound , In the King's name the King himself's uncrown'd , So doth the dust destroy the diamond . With propositions daily they enchant My people's ears , such ...
... Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance . With my own power my majesty they wound , In the King's name the King himself's uncrown'd , So doth the dust destroy the diamond . With propositions daily they enchant My people's ears , such ...
55 psl.
... poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always keep awake ...
... poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always keep awake ...
61 psl.
... Poor , bounded words — and makes them new ; Infinite makes them , makes them young ; Transplants them to another tongue , Where they can now , without constraint , Pour all the soul of their complaint , And roll adown a channel large ...
... Poor , bounded words — and makes them new ; Infinite makes them , makes them young ; Transplants them to another tongue , Where they can now , without constraint , Pour all the soul of their complaint , And roll adown a channel large ...
83 psl.
... poor Indian ! whose untutor❜d mind Sees God in clouds , or hears Him in the wind ; His soul , proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way : Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n , Behind the cloud - topt ...
... poor Indian ! whose untutor❜d mind Sees God in clouds , or hears Him in the wind ; His soul , proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way : Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n , Behind the cloud - topt ...
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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.