Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 psl. |
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... feel , And the officers gentle , the sword that hold ' Gainst the shoulder , heavy with trembling gold , And the massy tread , that în passing is heard , Though the drums and the music say never a word . And then came his horse , a ...
... feel , And the officers gentle , the sword that hold ' Gainst the shoulder , heavy with trembling gold , And the massy tread , that în passing is heard , Though the drums and the music say never a word . And then came his horse , a ...
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... going merrily down , With lights in windows and love in eyes And a constant feeling of sweet surprise ; But all the next morning ' twas tears and sighs , For the sound of his drums grew less and less 6 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY.
... going merrily down , With lights in windows and love in eyes And a constant feeling of sweet surprise ; But all the next morning ' twas tears and sighs , For the sound of his drums grew less and less 6 GEMS FROM VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY.
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... , Beside the Springs of Love , that never die ; Among the olives kneel The chill night blast to feel , And watch the moon that saw thy Master's agony . Then rise at dawn of day , And wind thy THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT 13.
... , Beside the Springs of Love , that never die ; Among the olives kneel The chill night blast to feel , And watch the moon that saw thy Master's agony . Then rise at dawn of day , And wind thy THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT 13.
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... and died away , and left his darken'd thought . And can he choose but fear , Who feels his God so near , That when he fain would curse , his power- less tongue In blessing only moves ? — Alas ! the world SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER 19.
... and died away , and left his darken'd thought . And can he choose but fear , Who feels his God so near , That when he fain would curse , his power- less tongue In blessing only moves ? — Alas ! the world SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER 19.
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... Feeling the rock beneath his feet , And tracing through the cloud th ' eternal cause . That is the heart for watchman true Waiting to see what God will do , As o'er the Church the gathering twilight falls : No more he strains his ...
... Feeling the rock beneath his feet , And tracing through the cloud th ' eternal cause . That is the heart for watchman true Waiting to see what God will do , As o'er the Church the gathering twilight falls : No more he strains his ...
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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.