Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: Elegies and hymnsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . 4 Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his ...
... o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . 4 Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his ...
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... lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , 36 . Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault 13 Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
... lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , 36 . Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault 13 Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
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... o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , -64 Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade thro ' slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of ...
... o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , -64 Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade thro ' slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of ...
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... o'er it fall ! God strikes a silence through you all , And " giveth his belovèd - sleep . " Ay , men may wonder while they scan A living , thinking , feeling man Confirmed in such a rest to keep ; But angels say , and through the word I ...
... o'er it fall ! God strikes a silence through you all , And " giveth his belovèd - sleep . " Ay , men may wonder while they scan A living , thinking , feeling man Confirmed in such a rest to keep ; But angels say , and through the word I ...
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... o'er her fall ! He giveth his beloved sleep . " 1838 . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . THE DESERTED HOUSE LIFE and Thought have gone away Side by side , Leaving door and windows wide : Careless tenants they ! All within is dark as night ...
... o'er her fall ! He giveth his beloved sleep . " 1838 . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . THE DESERTED HOUSE LIFE and Thought have gone away Side by side , Leaving door and windows wide : Careless tenants they ! All within is dark as night ...
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abide behold beneath bless brave breast breath bright Burns calm child Christe receive thy cold comfort dark dead dear death DIRGE dost doth dream Duchess of Malfi dust earth Elegy EPITAPH eternal eyes fame farewell fear feel flowers giveth his beloved-sleep glory grave grief hand harbor at last hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE Henry Vaughan HYMNS John Campbell Shairp John Greenleaf Whittier John Keble JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE laid life's light live Lord Lycidas LYKE-WAKE DIRGE Matthew Arnold morn mortal Mourn night o'er old familiar faces poetry praise prayer receive thy saule rest rose round Rugby Chapel shade shine shore silent sing sleep smile solemn song soul stars strife Sweet Spirit tears thee thine thought Thyrsis tomb tree unto verse voice Walter Savage Landor weary weep winds wood youth ΙΟ
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Sida 98 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Sida 50 - In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Sida 10 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Sida 12 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Sida 4 - Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Sida 109 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Sida 48 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Sida 96 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Sida 134 - 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 46 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?