Voices of the NightJ. Owen, 1840 - 144 sidor |
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... prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines xii PRELUDE .
... prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines xii PRELUDE .
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... Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome ! the thrice - prayed for ! the most fair ! The best - beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE 4 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
... Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome ! the thrice - prayed for ! the most fair ! The best - beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE 4 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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... prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in ...
... prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in ...
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... prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of man THE ...
... prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of man THE ...
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... prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands , in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes ...
... prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands , in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes ...
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amid arms Awake battle bearded grain Behold Beware bird blue brave breast breath bright brooklet calm Castile castle cisterns clouds comes softly dark dark wave dead Death didst doth dreams dwell earth eternal fame fears fields of light flowerets flowers fooling thee forest gentle GERMAN glide glorious glory golden grave green hand hast heard heart heaven hoary holy holy Night JOHN OWEN Jorge Manrique King leave no trace leaves Life's lips LOPE DE VEGA Manrique mist mournful murmur Night nought numbers o'er onward Pentecost poem prayer PSALM PURGATORIO Reaper red planet Mars Saxon shadows sighs Silent Land silver slumbers smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound SPANISH spirit star stern Swabian sweet Take thy banner tears thine Thither thou art thou dost thou soundest toil trees Uclés vale voice wave weary winds wings woodland woods youth
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Sida 9 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Sida 8 - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
Sida 46 - Take thy banner ! — and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee.
Sida 7 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Sida 20 - Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours ; Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth,— these golden flowers.
Sida 19 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Sida 15 - O fear not in a world like this, And thou shall know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Sida 52 - The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, — The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, — Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, In many a lazy syllable, repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind.
Sida 9 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sida 18 - Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.