Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 psl. |
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... Truth along her star- pav'd way . The pastoral spirits first Approach Thee , Babe Divine , For they in lowly thoughts are nurs'd , Meet for Thy lowly shrine : Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell , Angels from Heaven will ...
... Truth along her star- pav'd way . The pastoral spirits first Approach Thee , Babe Divine , For they in lowly thoughts are nurs'd , Meet for Thy lowly shrine : Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell , Angels from Heaven will ...
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... truth . " Of the fair brotherhood who share my grace , I , from thy natal day , pronounce thee free ; And , if for some I keep a nobler place , I keep for none a happier than for thee . " There are who , while to vulgar eyes they seem ...
... truth . " Of the fair brotherhood who share my grace , I , from thy natal day , pronounce thee free ; And , if for some I keep a nobler place , I keep for none a happier than for thee . " There are who , while to vulgar eyes they seem ...
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... truth , peace , freedom , mercy , dares defy A sullen priesthood and a raving crowd . " Amidst the din of all things fell and vile , Hate's yell , and Envy's hiss , and Folly's bray , Remember me ; and with an unforced smile See riches ...
... truth , peace , freedom , mercy , dares defy A sullen priesthood and a raving crowd . " Amidst the din of all things fell and vile , Hate's yell , and Envy's hiss , and Folly's bray , Remember me ; and with an unforced smile See riches ...
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... Truth , and Truth when arm'd prevails ! " Up leaps the zealot - Zeal must clear her way , T And fell the forests that obscure the day . To guard the Bible flashes forth the sword ; And Cromwell rides , the servant of the Lord . Twin ...
... Truth , and Truth when arm'd prevails ! " Up leaps the zealot - Zeal must clear her way , T And fell the forests that obscure the day . To guard the Bible flashes forth the sword ; And Cromwell rides , the servant of the Lord . Twin ...
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... truth must grant much more ; The bluff old Whig was Briton to the core . With this strong purpose , whatsoe'er he plann'd , To save from Pope and Papist kings the land . His heart was mild , it slew not nor pro- scribed ; His tenets ...
... truth must grant much more ; The bluff old Whig was Briton to the core . With this strong purpose , whatsoe'er he plann'd , To save from Pope and Papist kings the land . His heart was mild , it slew not nor pro- scribed ; His tenets ...
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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.