Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. LearThomas Whittaker and Company, 1882 - 391 pages |
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... truth Is styl'd their star ; the store and hidden food . Three blessings wait upon them , one of which Should move , they make us holy , happy , rich . When the world's up , and every swarm abroad , Keep well thy temper , mix not with ...
... truth Is styl'd their star ; the store and hidden food . Three blessings wait upon them , one of which Should move , they make us holy , happy , rich . When the world's up , and every swarm abroad , Keep well thy temper , mix not with ...
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... truth and one for errors ! That looks hideous , fierce , and frightful , This is flattering and delightful : That she throws away as foul ; Sits by this to dress her soul . Thus you have the case in view , Daphne , ' twixt the Dean and ...
... truth and one for errors ! That looks hideous , fierce , and frightful , This is flattering and delightful : That she throws away as foul ; Sits by this to dress her soul . Thus you have the case in view , Daphne , ' twixt the Dean and ...
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... truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live ; The canker'd blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses , Hang on thick thorns , and play as wantonly ...
... truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live ; The canker'd blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses , Hang on thick thorns , and play as wantonly ...
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... Truth , my Life : Such a Way , as gives us breath , Such a Truth , as ends all strife , Such a Life , as killeth death . Come , my Light , my Feast , my Strength FEBRUARY . 39.
... Truth , my Life : Such a Way , as gives us breath , Such a Truth , as ends all strife , Such a Life , as killeth death . Come , my Light , my Feast , my Strength FEBRUARY . 39.
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... truth Hath passionate joy ! Dead though thou art in thy strength and youth , My glorious boy ! He died the beautiful death , Last of his race : I saw him slain from the castle wall , The last and the dearest one left to recall His ...
... truth Hath passionate joy ! Dead though thou art in thy strength and youth , My glorious boy ! He died the beautiful death , Last of his race : I saw him slain from the castle wall , The last and the dearest one left to recall His ...
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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.