Popular Poets of the Period: Being a Volume Containing Biographical & Critical Sketches of the Careers of Poets of Our Own Time and Country, Together with Choice Selections from Their WorksGriffith, Farran, Okeden, and Welsh, 1889 - 376 psl. |
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... passed through fifty editions in England and numerous versions in America , and has been read with enthusiasm by scholars throughout the civilised world . We wonder not at this , for the time spent in its perusal has been passed , as ...
... passed through fifty editions in England and numerous versions in America , and has been read with enthusiasm by scholars throughout the civilised world . We wonder not at this , for the time spent in its perusal has been passed , as ...
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... passed through fifty editions in England and numerous versions in America , and has been read with enthusiasm by scholars throughout the civilised world . We wonder not at this , for the time spent in its perusal has been passed , as ...
... passed through fifty editions in England and numerous versions in America , and has been read with enthusiasm by scholars throughout the civilised world . We wonder not at this , for the time spent in its perusal has been passed , as ...
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... passing by . The third is Right Discourse . Govern the lips As they were palace - doors , the King within ; Tranquil and fair , and courteous be all words Which from that presence win . The fourth is Right Behaviour . Let each act ...
... passing by . The third is Right Discourse . Govern the lips As they were palace - doors , the King within ; Tranquil and fair , and courteous be all words Which from that presence win . The fourth is Right Behaviour . Let each act ...
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... passed along , So from before him fell the festal throng . By broken wassail - cup , and wine o'erthrown Pressed he still onward for the monarch's throne : His spirit failed him not - his quiet eye Lost not its light for earthly majesty ...
... passed along , So from before him fell the festal throng . By broken wassail - cup , and wine o'erthrown Pressed he still onward for the monarch's throne : His spirit failed him not - his quiet eye Lost not its light for earthly majesty ...
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... passing mention . 66 The scope of this work , however , is more immediately concerned with Dean Plumptre's labours in other directions , and we have to mention , accordingly , three volumes of original verse : " Lazarus " ( 1865 ) ...
... passing mention . 66 The scope of this work , however , is more immediately concerned with Dean Plumptre's labours in other directions , and we have to mention , accordingly , three volumes of original verse : " Lazarus " ( 1865 ) ...
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287 psl. - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some through wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
285 psl. - Thy voice is on the rolling air ; I hear thee where the waters run ; Thou standest in the rising sun. And in the setting thou art fair.
288 psl. - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
231 psl. - WHERE sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep : Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast ; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot...
285 psl. - Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
193 psl. - The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels "But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered, "And afterward, what else?
222 psl. - Bring none of these ; but let me be, While all around in silence lies, Moved to the window near, and see Once more, before my dying eyes, Bathed in the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead...
286 psl. - Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
221 psl. - Mark'd thine outlandish garb, thy figure spare, Thy dark vague eyes, and soft abstracted air But, when they came from bathing, thou wert...
339 psl. - tis the lullaby Time is singing Hush, and heed not, for all things pass, Hush, ah, hush! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover, over the grass ! Andrew Lang.