Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 psl. |
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... BRIGHT- W. CORY ( formerly JOHNSON ) — " " Translation from Callimachus Crowned and Discrowned " " 247 248 MRS . CRAIK ( née DINAH MARIA MULOCK ) — Four Years 253 MORTIMER COLLINS- Shirley Chase 255 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI- The Blessed ...
... BRIGHT- W. CORY ( formerly JOHNSON ) — " " Translation from Callimachus Crowned and Discrowned " " 247 248 MRS . CRAIK ( née DINAH MARIA MULOCK ) — Four Years 253 MORTIMER COLLINS- Shirley Chase 255 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI- The Blessed ...
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... Bright harmony from every starry sphere ; Nor at Thy presence brake the voice of song From all the cherub choirs And seraphs ' burning lyres Pour'd thro ' the host of heaven the charmed clouds along , One angel troop the strain began ...
... Bright harmony from every starry sphere ; Nor at Thy presence brake the voice of song From all the cherub choirs And seraphs ' burning lyres Pour'd thro ' the host of heaven the charmed clouds along , One angel troop the strain began ...
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... bright repose beneath the cloudless sun While Thou didst sleep within the tomb , Consenting to Thy doom , Ere yet the white - robed Angel shone Upon the sealèd stone . THE REV . JOHN KEBLE . 1792-1866 THIRD SUNDAY IN THE NATIVITY II.
... bright repose beneath the cloudless sun While Thou didst sleep within the tomb , Consenting to Thy doom , Ere yet the white - robed Angel shone Upon the sealèd stone . THE REV . JOHN KEBLE . 1792-1866 THIRD SUNDAY IN THE NATIVITY II.
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... bright Spread their soft breasts , unheeding to the breeze , Like hermits watching still Around the sacred hill , Where erst our Saviour watched upon His knees . The Paschal moon above Seems like a Saint to rove , Left shining in the ...
... bright Spread their soft breasts , unheeding to the breeze , Like hermits watching still Around the sacred hill , Where erst our Saviour watched upon His knees . The Paschal moon above Seems like a Saint to rove , Left shining in the ...
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... bright hall of power , Pass Babel quick , and seek the holy land- From robes of Tyrian dye Turn with undazzled eye To Bethlehem's glade , or Carmel's haunted strand . Or choose thee out a cell In Kedron's storied dell , Beside the ...
... bright hall of power , Pass Babel quick , and seek the holy land- From robes of Tyrian dye Turn with undazzled eye To Bethlehem's glade , or Carmel's haunted strand . Or choose thee out a cell In Kedron's storied dell , Beside the ...
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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.