Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. LearThomas Whittaker and Company, 1882 - 391 pages |
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... deep sorrow : He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Enter'd the world , now bleeds to give us ease . Alas ! how soon our sin Sore doth begin , His infancy to seize ! O more exceeding love , or law more just ! Just law , indeed , but ...
... deep sorrow : He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Enter'd the world , now bleeds to give us ease . Alas ! how soon our sin Sore doth begin , His infancy to seize ! O more exceeding love , or law more just ! Just law , indeed , but ...
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... deep - drenched in a sea of care , Holds disputation with each thing she views , And to herself all sorrow doth compare : No object but her passion's strength renews ; And as one shifts another straight ensues : Sometime her grief is ...
... deep - drenched in a sea of care , Holds disputation with each thing she views , And to herself all sorrow doth compare : No object but her passion's strength renews ; And as one shifts another straight ensues : Sometime her grief is ...
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... my fervid brain Calls up the vanished past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that far distant shore Comes freshening ever more and more , And wafts o'er JANUARY . 19.
... my fervid brain Calls up the vanished past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that far distant shore Comes freshening ever more and more , And wafts o'er JANUARY . 19.
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... deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses , Hang on thick thorns , and play as wantonly , When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd , and unrespected fade ...
... deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses , Hang on thick thorns , and play as wantonly , When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd , and unrespected fade ...
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... Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of words . SHAKESPEARE , Rape of Lucrece . February 4 . AND life's last failure in the sightless dust , There in th ' illusive grave's dark ...
... Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of words . SHAKESPEARE , Rape of Lucrece . February 4 . AND life's last failure in the sightless dust , There in th ' illusive grave's dark ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beatific beauty behold beneath bird blessed breast breath bright calm canst CHARLES KINGSLEY cheer child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church clouds dark Dctober dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers friends GEORGE ELIOT glory God's golden Golden Legend grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Hesperides holy hope hour Inchcape Rock J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW King leaves life's light live look LORD HOUGHTON March month MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace praise pray prayer rest rose shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tree unto voice waves weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings words youth
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Page 205 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Page 120 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Page 27 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Page 76 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Page 118 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 127 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Page 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 254 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 103 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife. Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind...
Page 219 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.