Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 psl. |
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... angel troop the strain began , Of all the race of man By simple shepherds heard alone , That soft Hosanna's tone . And when Thou didst depart , no car of ... Angels mourn'd with drooping plumes , Nor didst 10 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY.
... angel troop the strain began , Of all the race of man By simple shepherds heard alone , That soft Hosanna's tone . And when Thou didst depart , no car of ... Angels mourn'd with drooping plumes , Nor didst 10 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY.
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Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff. Nor visible Angels mourn'd with drooping plumes , Nor didst Thou mount on ... Angel shone Upon the sealèd stone . THE REV . JOHN KEBLE . 1792-1866 THIRD SUNDAY IN THE NATIVITY II.
Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff. Nor visible Angels mourn'd with drooping plumes , Nor didst Thou mount on ... Angel shone Upon the sealèd stone . THE REV . JOHN KEBLE . 1792-1866 THIRD SUNDAY IN THE NATIVITY II.
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... angel wings They , while they seem to roam Draw daily nearer home- Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of ... angelic signal given- Glory to God ! " from yonder central fire Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry 66 quire ...
... angel wings They , while they seem to roam Draw daily nearer home- Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of ... angelic signal given- Glory to God ! " from yonder central fire Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry 66 quire ...
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... angels caught the word , Nor yet their silence broke : But when they heard the sign , where Christ should be , In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony . Wrapp'd in His swaddling bands , And in His manger laid , The hope and ...
... angels caught the word , Nor yet their silence broke : But when they heard the sign , where Christ should be , In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony . Wrapp'd in His swaddling bands , And in His manger laid , The hope and ...
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... Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell . Still , as the day comes round For Thee to be reveal'd , By wakeful shepherds Thou art found , Abiding in the field . All through the wintry heaven and chill night air , In music ...
... Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell . Still , as the day comes round For Thee to be reveal'd , By wakeful shepherds Thou art found , Abiding in the field . All through the wintry heaven and chill night air , In music ...
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83 psl. - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name. For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known: cities of men, And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
84 psl. - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
29 psl. - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
26 psl. - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
75 psl. - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
321 psl. - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
107 psl. - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
245 psl. - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold, strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; Come, children, come down! The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town.
31 psl. - ... o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire...
235 psl. - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.