Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 psl. |
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... Lord's victorious wrath ; But close to us it gleams . Its soothing lustre streams Around our home's green walls , and on our churchway path . We in the tents abide Which he at distance eyed 18 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY.
... Lord's victorious wrath ; But close to us it gleams . Its soothing lustre streams Around our home's green walls , and on our churchway path . We in the tents abide Which he at distance eyed 18 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY.
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... close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung . Sceptre and Star divine , Who in thine inmost shrine Hast made us worshippers , O claim thine own ; More than thy seers we know— O teach our love to grow Up to thy heavenly light ...
... close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung . Sceptre and Star divine , Who in thine inmost shrine Hast made us worshippers , O claim thine own ; More than thy seers we know— O teach our love to grow Up to thy heavenly light ...
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... stoutest hearts of Spain . It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day , There came a gallant merchant - ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's isle 26 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ...
... stoutest hearts of Spain . It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day , There came a gallant merchant - ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's isle 26 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ...
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... close in chase . Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edge- cumbe's lofty hall ; Many a light fishing - bark put out to pry along the coast , And with loose rein and bloody spur ...
... close in chase . Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edge- cumbe's lofty hall ; Many a light fishing - bark put out to pry along the coast , And with loose rein and bloody spur ...
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... Close your ranks ! For Rupert never comes , but to conquer , or to fall . They are here — they rush on — we are broken -we are gone Our left is borne before them like stubble in the blast . O Lord , put forth Thy might ! O Lord , defend ...
... Close your ranks ! For Rupert never comes , but to conquer , or to fall . They are here — they rush on — we are broken -we are gone Our left is borne before them like stubble in the blast . O Lord , put forth Thy might ! O Lord , defend ...
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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.