War Department Education Manual, 131 leidimas,2 dalis |
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... lives near , And much I hope my movements here Have not disturbed your rest ? " " Ah , yes ! You dig upon my grave . . . Why flashed it not on me That one true heart was left behind ! What feeling do we ever find To equal among human ...
... lives near , And much I hope my movements here Have not disturbed your rest ? " " Ah , yes ! You dig upon my grave . . . Why flashed it not on me That one true heart was left behind ! What feeling do we ever find To equal among human ...
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... live without the thought of death , Forgetful of time's waste , the soul's decay , I would not ask for other joy than breath With light and sound of birds and the sun's ray . I could sit on untroubled day by day Watching the grass grow ...
... live without the thought of death , Forgetful of time's waste , the soul's decay , I would not ask for other joy than breath With light and sound of birds and the sun's ray . I could sit on untroubled day by day Watching the grass grow ...
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... live ; and bitterly The voices of these robbers of the heath Sound in each ear and chill the passer - by . -What ... lives in the sun , Each in another's eyes finds light , the light of compassion , This is the moment of pity , this is ...
... live ; and bitterly The voices of these robbers of the heath Sound in each ear and chill the passer - by . -What ... lives in the sun , Each in another's eyes finds light , the light of compassion , This is the moment of pity , this is ...
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... live to see the past forgot , If not forgiven . See , I came to curse , Yet stay to bless . I know not which is worse . FROM " ESTHER " When I hear laughter from a tavern door , When I see crowds agape and in the rain Watching on tiptoe ...
... live to see the past forgot , If not forgiven . See , I came to curse , Yet stay to bless . I know not which is worse . FROM " ESTHER " When I hear laughter from a tavern door , When I see crowds agape and in the rain Watching on tiptoe ...
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... lives in memory of his friend , Who doth his better part recall And of his fault make funeral . Arthur O'Shaughnessy HE IRISH - ENGLISH singer , Arthur ( AUSTIN DOBSON 43 1335 Rondel: The Wanderer, Ars Victrix, Fame,
... lives in memory of his friend , Who doth his better part recall And of his fault make funeral . Arthur O'Shaughnessy HE IRISH - ENGLISH singer , Arthur ( AUSTIN DOBSON 43 1335 Rondel: The Wanderer, Ars Victrix, Fame,
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
A. E. Housman Alice Meynell awake Ballad beauty bird blue born breath Charlotte Mew clouds cold dance Danny Deever dark dawn dead dear death delight died dream earth England English eyes face feet fire flame flower Gerard Manley Hopkins grass grave gray Gunga Din hand Hardy hear heard heart Heaven hills Hopkins Housman Kipling kiss knew laughing light live look Lord Masefield moon morning never night pass passion play poet poetic poetry prose rhyme Robert Bridges rose round Shropshire Lad silence sing skies sleep snow song sorrow soul spirit stars strange sweet tears thee there's things thou thought tree turned verse voice volumes W. B. Yeats W. H. Auden W. H. Davies walk wandering watch wild William Butler Yeats wind wrote Yeats young
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116 psl. - An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress...
123 psl. - A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
65 psl. - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
348 psl. - If I should die, think only this of me; That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
98 psl. - All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come!
48 psl. - The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
126 psl. - Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbours
97 psl. - Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its own to mount? Ah! must — Designer infinite! — Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it? My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time...
29 psl. - AFTERWARDS When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, 'He was a man who used to notice such things'? If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid's soundless blink, The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think, 'To him this must have been a familiar sight.
95 psl. - I pleaded, outlaw-wise, By many a hearted casement, curtained red, Trellised with intertwining charities; (For, though I knew His love Who followed, Yet was I sore adread Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside) But, if one little casement parted wide, The gust of His approach would clash it to: Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.