The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volym 8, Sida 3149–3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 sidor |
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Sida 3167
... born . I love snow , and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves , and winds , and storms— Everything almost Which is Nature's , and may be Untainted by man's misery . I love tranquil solitude , And such society As is quiet ...
... born . I love snow , and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves , and winds , and storms— Everything almost Which is Nature's , and may be Untainted by man's misery . I love tranquil solitude , And such society As is quiet ...
Sida 3213
... born ; And like a soul belated , In hell and heaven unmated , By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn . Though one were strong as seven , He too with death shall dwell , Nor wake with wings in heaven , Nor weep for pains in ...
... born ; And like a soul belated , In hell and heaven unmated , By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn . Though one were strong as seven , He too with death shall dwell , Nor wake with wings in heaven , Nor weep for pains in ...
Sida 3246
... born , The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one , Nor promised love it could not give , But lit for all its generous sun , And lived itself , and made us live . There let me gaze , till I become In soul ...
... born , The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one , Nor promised love it could not give , But lit for all its generous sun , And lived itself , and made us live . There let me gaze , till I become In soul ...
Sida 3278
... born , Will soar away ! One pang - and I shall rend the thrall Where grief abides , And generous Death will show me all That now he hides ; And , lucid in that second birth , I shall discern What all the sages of the earth Have died to ...
... born , Will soar away ! One pang - and I shall rend the thrall Where grief abides , And generous Death will show me all That now he hides ; And , lucid in that second birth , I shall discern What all the sages of the earth Have died to ...
Sida 3296
... born as she , Reading this , like Niobe Shall turn marble , and become Both her mourner and her tomb . William Browne [ 1591-1643 ? ] AN EPITAPH INTENDED FOR HIMSELF LIKE thee I once have stemmed the sea of life , Like thee have ...
... born as she , Reading this , like Niobe Shall turn marble , and become Both her mourner and her tomb . William Browne [ 1591-1643 ? ] AN EPITAPH INTENDED FOR HIMSELF LIKE thee I once have stemmed the sea of life , Like thee have ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel April beauty beneath bird Born at London boys breast breath bright brow Christina Georgina Rossetti cloud cold dark dead dear death died at London doth dream dust earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning England eternal eyes face fade fair fear feet Felicia Dorothea Hemans flowers glory golden gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Horatius Bonar hour John King kiss land life's light living Lord Lycidas morning mortal mourn never night o'er pale peace rest Robert Herrick rose round Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tomb voice wake Walter Savage Landor wandering weep William William Ernest Henley wind wings York City
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Sida 3265 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Sida 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Sida 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Sida 3265 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Sida 3299 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad...
Sida 3157 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts...
Sida 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Sida 3402 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, ; Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
Sida 3541 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Sida 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.