Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - 419 páginas |
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... shine , and give us sight to see . O take fast hold ; let that light be thy guide In this small course which birth draws out of death , And thinke how ill becometh him to slide Who seeketh heav'n and comes of heavenly breath . Then ...
... shine , and give us sight to see . O take fast hold ; let that light be thy guide In this small course which birth draws out of death , And thinke how ill becometh him to slide Who seeketh heav'n and comes of heavenly breath . Then ...
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... shine , I should seeme made all of light . But my soul still surfeits so On the poisoned baits of sinne , That I strange and ugly grow , All is dark and foul withinne . Cleanse me , Lord , that I may kneele At thine altar , pure and ...
... shine , I should seeme made all of light . But my soul still surfeits so On the poisoned baits of sinne , That I strange and ugly grow , All is dark and foul withinne . Cleanse me , Lord , that I may kneele At thine altar , pure and ...
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... the shore ; But swear by Thyself , that at my death Thy Son Shall shine , as He shines now and heretofore ; And having done that , Thou hast done , I fear no more . DR . DONNE . LXXI TIME AND HOPE EVEN Such is time , that 72 A TREASURY.
... the shore ; But swear by Thyself , that at my death Thy Son Shall shine , as He shines now and heretofore ; And having done that , Thou hast done , I fear no more . DR . DONNE . LXXI TIME AND HOPE EVEN Such is time , that 72 A TREASURY.
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... shine , When thy example should prevaile , And every woman's faith be thine : And were there none , ' Tis majesty to rule alone . W. HABINGTON . LXXIX CASTARA LIKE the violet which alone Prospers in some 82 A TREASURY.
... shine , When thy example should prevaile , And every woman's faith be thine : And were there none , ' Tis majesty to rule alone . W. HABINGTON . LXXIX CASTARA LIKE the violet which alone Prospers in some 82 A TREASURY.
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... merry can make us , That virtue particular is to the vine ; It fires ev'ry creature With wit and good - nature , Whose thoughts can be dark when their noses do shine ? A night of good drinking Is worth a year's thinking 90 A TREASURY.
... merry can make us , That virtue particular is to the vine ; It fires ev'ry creature With wit and good - nature , Whose thoughts can be dark when their noses do shine ? A night of good drinking Is worth a year's thinking 90 A TREASURY.
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A. H. CLOUGH ANON Author beautiful Behave yoursel Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss blow breath bright C. S. Calverley Castara charming cloth dark dear death delight Demy 8vo died doth dreams earth edition Edward Arnold's List EMILY BRONTË England's Helicon English Epitaph ev'ry eyes F. W. BOURDILLON fair fear flowers frae give grace grave green hame happy hath heart heaven hope hour KIRK MUNROE kiss Lady life's light LLOYD MORGAN Lord Lord Houghton Love's lullaby MARY LEAPOR mind Motherwell ne'er never night numbers o'er pain pleasure poem poetry poets rose shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stanzas sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought verses volume W. G. COLLINGWOOD W. S. LANDOR weep WINCHESTER COLLEGE wind Yarrow youth
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Página 358 - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Página 236 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Página 336 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Página 87 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Página 117 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
Página 72 - When thou hast done, thou has not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? *° When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Página 130 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the...
Página 50 - Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Página 47 - Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Página 354 - COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave...