Little Classics, 14 tomasRossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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... happy ? having known me , to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine ! Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level day by day , What is fine within thee growing coarse to sympathize with clay . As the ...
... happy ? having known me , to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine ! Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level day by day , What is fine within thee growing coarse to sympathize with clay . As the ...
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... happy ! wherefore should I care ? I myself must mix with action , lest I wither by despair . What is that which I should turn to , lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barred with gold , and opens but to golden keys . Every ...
... happy ! wherefore should I care ? I myself must mix with action , lest I wither by despair . What is that which I should turn to , lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barred with gold , and opens but to golden keys . Every ...
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... happy skies , Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster , knots of Paradise . Never comes the trader , never floats an European flag , Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland , swings the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy ...
... happy skies , Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster , knots of Paradise . Never comes the trader , never floats an European flag , Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland , swings the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy ...
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... happy , she conceived an interest in me - and believed I should grow up to something great , her , This fancy , it , yet , - soon forget and soon forget and congratulate my life she had released With more such words , - a lie ! a lie ...
... happy , she conceived an interest in me - and believed I should grow up to something great , her , This fancy , it , yet , - soon forget and soon forget and congratulate my life she had released With more such words , - a lie ! a lie ...
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... happy souls there are , that wear their nature lightly ; these rejoice The world by living , and receive from all men more than what they give . One handful of their buoyant chaff exceeds our hoards of careful grain ; Because their love ...
... happy souls there are , that wear their nature lightly ; these rejoice The world by living , and receive from all men more than what they give . One handful of their buoyant chaff exceeds our hoards of careful grain ; Because their love ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright cowslips crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy forever Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JOHN MILTON kiss land let us gang life's light lips live Lochiel Locksley Hall long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn Neath nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain pale flower passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shadows rise shining shore sigh silent sing smile song soul sound spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave weep Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wind's youth are long
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15 psl. - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
60 psl. - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
122 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
69 psl. - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
97 psl. - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
61 psl. - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
224 psl. - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
98 psl. - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
128 psl. - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
113 psl. - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: 'How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!