Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 psl. |
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... o'er , All but at rest on shore , Say , would you plunge once more , With home so nigh ? If you might , would you now Retrace your way ? Wander through thorny wilds , Faint and astray ? Night's gloomy watches fled , Morning all beaming ...
... o'er , All but at rest on shore , Say , would you plunge once more , With home so nigh ? If you might , would you now Retrace your way ? Wander through thorny wilds , Faint and astray ? Night's gloomy watches fled , Morning all beaming ...
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... o'er his kind By Nature's first great title - Mind ! Resistless words were on his tongue- Then eloquence first flashed below ; Full armed to life the portent sprung- Minerva from the Thunderer's brow ! And his the sole , the sacred hand ...
... o'er his kind By Nature's first great title - Mind ! Resistless words were on his tongue- Then eloquence first flashed below ; Full armed to life the portent sprung- Minerva from the Thunderer's brow ! And his the sole , the sacred hand ...
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... o'er grass and heather , With little playmates , to and fro We wandered hand in hand together ; But that was sixty years ago . You grew a lovely roseate maiden , And still our early love was strong ; Still with no care our days were ...
... o'er grass and heather , With little playmates , to and fro We wandered hand in hand together ; But that was sixty years ago . You grew a lovely roseate maiden , And still our early love was strong ; Still with no care our days were ...
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... o'er Thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake ; A little while the conscious earth did shake At that foul deed by her fierce children done ; A few dim hours of day The world in darkness lay , Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the ...
... o'er Thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake ; A little while the conscious earth did shake At that foul deed by her fierce children done ; A few dim hours of day The world in darkness lay , Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the ...
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... O'er the rude sandy lea , Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm , Or where Gennesaret's wave Delights the flowers to lave , That o'er her western slope breathe airs of balm ? All through the summer night Those blossoms red and ...
... O'er the rude sandy lea , Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm , Or where Gennesaret's wave Delights the flowers to lave , That o'er her western slope breathe airs of balm ? All through the summer night Those blossoms red and ...
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Populiarios ištraukos
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.