Poems of the inner life, selected chiefly from modern authors [by R.C. Jones]., 484 leidimas1872 |
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Poems of the Inner Life Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors (1872) C. J. R. C. J. Peržiūra negalima - 2009 |
Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors (1872) C. J. R. C. J. Peržiūra negalima - 2009 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
angels ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty blessed blest breast breath bright calm child clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark dear death deep divine doth dream earth Edition ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair faith fear feel feet flowers follow Thee FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER gleam glory God's grief hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hour JOHN HENRY NEWMAN JOHN KEBLE leaves light live look Lord night o'er once pain peace pray prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH round shadows shine sigh sight silence sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strife strong sweet tears thine things Thou art thou dost thou hast thoughts thro thyself toil truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BELL SCOTT WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings youth
Populiarios ištraukos
16 psl. - Deserves to be printed in letters of gold, and circulated in every house. " Chambers Journal. II. About in the World. Essays by the Author of "The Gentle Life.
167 psl. - Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, ' Lead Thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not -ask to see The distant scene, one step enough for me.
237 psl. - FEAR death ? to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
89 psl. - Let us (said he) pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way ; Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure : When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
22 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.
273 psl. - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed she had Another morn than ours.
241 psl. - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
260 psl. - Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came ; And lo ! Creation widened in man's view.
20 psl. - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
232 psl. - Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace ! Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave ! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.