Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... thou art not so : For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death ; nor yet canst thou kill me . From Rest and Sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
... thou art not so : For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death ; nor yet canst thou kill me . From Rest and Sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
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... thou withered leaf ! Autumn sears not like grief , Nor kills such lovely flowers ; More terrible the storm , More mournful the deform , When dark misfortune lowers . Hush ! hush ! thou trembling lyre , Silence , Time and Grief Grief ...
... thou withered leaf ! Autumn sears not like grief , Nor kills such lovely flowers ; More terrible the storm , More mournful the deform , When dark misfortune lowers . Hush ! hush ! thou trembling lyre , Silence , Time and Grief Grief ...
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Hush ! hush ! thou trembling lyre , Silence , ye vocal choir , And thou , mellifluous lute , For man soon breathes his last , And all his hope is past , And all his music mute . Then , when the gale is sighing , And when the leaves are ...
Hush ! hush ! thou trembling lyre , Silence , ye vocal choir , And thou , mellifluous lute , For man soon breathes his last , And all his hope is past , And all his music mute . Then , when the gale is sighing , And when the leaves are ...
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... thou , Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff ...
... thou , Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff ...
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... thou dost possess The things I seek , not love them less . I love Love - though he has wings , And like light can flee ; But above all other things , Spirit , I love thee ! - Thou art love and life ! Oh , come , Make once more my heart ...
... thou dost possess The things I seek , not love them less . I love Love - though he has wings , And like light can flee ; But above all other things , Spirit , I love thee ! - Thou art love and life ! Oh , come , Make once more my heart ...
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Términos y frases comunes
a-thynkynge angel April April 11 beauty bien biographical data available bird blest bliss Born at London breath bright Carcassonne Christ Christina Georgina Rossetti cloud cross crown dark dead dear death Deutschen Vaterland died at London Dies Iræ doth dream earth England English writer eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers Glorious glory God's grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Horatius Bonar hour Ist's Jesus JOHN Juxta crucem Lamb of God land light living Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer night November 29 o'er October pain peace Pierre-Jean de Béranger poem prayer present address rest Robert Herrick rose Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine Thou art thought voice wandering weary weep WILLIAM wind wings York City
Pasajes populares
Página 3185 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 3450 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 3288 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 3298 - And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Página 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.
Página 3301 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.