The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, Limited, 1902 - 570 psl. |
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... prayer addrest In waywardness to those Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie , And hear the fourfold river as it murmurs by . " They hear it sweep In distance down the dark and savage vale ; But they at rocky bed , or current deep ...
... prayer addrest In waywardness to those Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie , And hear the fourfold river as it murmurs by . " They hear it sweep In distance down the dark and savage vale ; But they at rocky bed , or current deep ...
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... prayer . I seem to hear him still ; but thin and low And fainter and more faint the accents come As at an ever - widening interval . Ah , whence is this ? What is this severance ? This silence pours a solitariness Into the very essence ...
... prayer . I seem to hear him still ; but thin and low And fainter and more faint the accents come As at an ever - widening interval . Ah , whence is this ? What is this severance ? This silence pours a solitariness Into the very essence ...
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... we know not where , And be blest , we dream not how , With a kiss and with a prayer Leave me now , love , leave me now ! L. E. MACLEAN ( L. E. L. ) . 1802-1838 108 THE DYING GIRL TO HER LOVER The Dying Girl to her Lover.
... we know not where , And be blest , we dream not how , With a kiss and with a prayer Leave me now , love , leave me now ! L. E. MACLEAN ( L. E. L. ) . 1802-1838 108 THE DYING GIRL TO HER LOVER The Dying Girl to her Lover.
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... Prayer dies in echoes ' mid these gloomy bowers , And floats in vain round sullen Pluto's ear : Prayer moves the Gods above : th ' infernal powers Nor list the suppliant voice , nor heed the tear . Such were the truths taught by the ...
... Prayer dies in echoes ' mid these gloomy bowers , And floats in vain round sullen Pluto's ear : Prayer moves the Gods above : th ' infernal powers Nor list the suppliant voice , nor heed the tear . Such were the truths taught by the ...
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... prayer From the tapering summit Of tall minarets . Such empty phantom I freely grant them ; But there is an anthem More dear to me , — ' Tis the bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee . MRS ...
... prayer From the tapering summit Of tall minarets . Such empty phantom I freely grant them ; But there is an anthem More dear to me , — ' Tis the bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee . MRS ...
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beautiful bells beloved sleep beneath breath bright brow Christ CHRISTINA GEORGina RossettI cloud Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep died dream dust earth earthly Excalibur eyes fair fame FELICIA HEMANS flowers FRANCIS MAHONY Frederick Faber giveth His beloved gold grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Irish Brigade Iseult JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN John lounged King Arthur land leave light live look Lord moon morning never night o'er pale pass poems poet poetry prayer pure rest risen river river Lee round shadow Shandon shine shore sigh Sir Bedivere smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speaker,-sleep spirit star stood stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tomb towers verse voice wave weary weep wild wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED words youth
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61 psl. - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame 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.
327 psl. - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames ; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims...
48 psl. - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
147 psl. - Through 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 honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
62 psl. - Till the proud peak unfurled the flag 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...
351 psl. - It lies in Heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. Around her, lovers, newly met, 'Mid deathless Love's acclaims Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames.
358 psl. - Does the road wind uphill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend.
313 psl. - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
403 psl. - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
312 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.