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... songs To modish measurement of shorts and longs . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . Chaucer , whose native manners - painting verse , Well moralised , shines through the golden cloud Of time and language . THOMSON . He is a perpetual fountain of good ...
... songs To modish measurement of shorts and longs . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . Chaucer , whose native manners - painting verse , Well moralised , shines through the golden cloud Of time and language . THOMSON . He is a perpetual fountain of good ...
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... song We sang together softly , to enrich The poor world with the sense of love , and witch The heart out of things evil , -I am strong , Knowing ye are not lost for aye , among The hills , with last year's thrush . God keeps a niche In ...
... song We sang together softly , to enrich The poor world with the sense of love , and witch The heart out of things evil , -I am strong , Knowing ye are not lost for aye , among The hills , with last year's thrush . God keeps a niche In ...
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... song , my due To God , who best taught song by gift of Thee , Except with bent head and beseeching hand- That still , despite the distance and the dark , What was , again may be ; some interchange Of grace , some splendour once thy very ...
... song , my due To God , who best taught song by gift of Thee , Except with bent head and beseeching hand- That still , despite the distance and the dark , What was , again may be ; some interchange Of grace , some splendour once thy very ...
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... song , And somewhat grimly smiled . - TENNYSON . I know nothing so intense as Dante . There is , too , a brevity , an abrupt precision in him . One smiting word , and then there is silence , nothing His silence is more eloquent than T ...
... song , And somewhat grimly smiled . - TENNYSON . I know nothing so intense as Dante . There is , too , a brevity , an abrupt precision in him . One smiting word , and then there is silence , nothing His silence is more eloquent than T ...
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... song , And long enjoyed the perfume that exhales From thy pure soul , and odour sweet entails And permanence , on thoughts that float along The stream of life , to join the passive throng Of shades and echoes that are memory's being ...
... song , And long enjoyed the perfume that exhales From thy pure soul , and odour sweet entails And permanence , on thoughts that float along The stream of life , to join the passive throng Of shades and echoes that are memory's being ...
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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 |
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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...