A medley of notables: what they said and what others said of them, by G.F.S. |
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... gently . The ink of Wordsworth is never his own blood . D. MASSON . True bard and holy ! thou art e'en as one Who , by some secret gift of soul or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun , Sees where the springs of living waters lie ...
... gently . The ink of Wordsworth is never his own blood . D. MASSON . True bard and holy ! thou art e'en as one Who , by some secret gift of soul or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun , Sees where the springs of living waters lie ...
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... gentle soul is worth , To teach men what thou art . His was a spirit that to all thy poor Was kind as slumber after pain ; Why ope so soon thy heaven - deep Quiet's door To call him home again . J. R. LOWELL . While men held both their ...
... gentle soul is worth , To teach men what thou art . His was a spirit that to all thy poor Was kind as slumber after pain ; Why ope so soon thy heaven - deep Quiet's door To call him home again . J. R. LOWELL . While men held both their ...
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... gentle Spenser , Fancy's pleasing son ; Who , like a copious river , poured his song O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground . THOMSON . His is still the third name in the poetical litera- ture of our country , nor has it been surpassed ...
... gentle Spenser , Fancy's pleasing son ; Who , like a copious river , poured his song O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground . THOMSON . His is still the third name in the poetical litera- ture of our country , nor has it been surpassed ...
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... gentle winds do blow , to whistling din is brought , The evening comes , and brings the dews along , The ruddy welkin shineth to the eyne , Around the ale - stake , minstrels sing the song , Young ivy round the door - post doth entwine ...
... gentle winds do blow , to whistling din is brought , The evening comes , and brings the dews along , The ruddy welkin shineth to the eyne , Around the ale - stake , minstrels sing the song , Young ivy round the door - post doth entwine ...
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... gentle , gene- rous , full of love and pity . He passes out of our life and goes to render his account ; think of the poor pensioners weeping at his grave ; think of the noble spirits that admired and deplored him , think of the ...
... gentle , gene- rous , full of love and pity . He passes out of our life and goes to render his account ; think of the poor pensioners weeping at his grave ; think of the noble spirits that admired and deplored him , think of the ...
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A medley of notables: what they said and what others said of them, by G.F.S. Medley,G F S Vista completa - 1870 |
Términos y frases comunes
admired affections angels beauty beneath blessing breast bright BRONTË BROUGHAM BYRON CHALMERS CHARLES LAMB CHARLOTTE BRONTË dark death deep divine doth doubt dream E. B. BROWNING earth EDMUND BURKE eloquent eternal eyes F. W. ROBERTSON faith Farewell fear feeling FELICIA HEMANS friends genius gentle grey HARRIET MARTINEAU hath heart heaven hell HUGH MILLER human humour imagination intellect J. H. NEWMAN JOHN RUSKIN king knew labour laugh Lest light living look love thee Luther mankind MARTINEAU Michael Angelo mind moral nature ness never night noble o'er OLIVER CROMWELL once passion poets poor praise QUINCEY religion S. T. COLERIDGE satire seems Shakespere Shelley silent SIR WALTER SCOTT smile solitude song sorrow soul Spenser spirit star strength strong sublime sweet tears tender THACKERAY thine things THOMAS CARLYLE thou art thou hast thought voice W. M. THACKERAY wisdom woman words WORDSWORTH writings
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Página 22 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : •> From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could. suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 6 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Página 12 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 25 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work; a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
Página 21 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 9 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 19 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 12 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página 8 - O lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire, — Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face, — Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die, — This is the same voice : can thy soul know change...
Página 21 - Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen...