The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volumen8,Páginas 3149-3742H. Holt, 1912 - 3742 páginas |
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... Thee " The Veteran of Heaven Lucifer in Starlight Hora Christi .... Christus Consolator That Holy Thing . What Christ Said ..Sarah Pratt McLean Greene . 3505 .Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane .. 3506 ..Horatius Bonar .Theodosia Garrison John ...
... Thee " The Veteran of Heaven Lucifer in Starlight Hora Christi .... Christus Consolator That Holy Thing . What Christ Said ..Sarah Pratt McLean Greene . 3505 .Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane .. 3506 ..Horatius Bonar .Theodosia Garrison John ...
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... thee Mighty and dreadful , for 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 ...
... thee Mighty and dreadful , for 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 ...
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... thee ; do thou With courtesy receive him ; rise and bow ; And , ere his shadow pass thy threshold , crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave ; Then lay before him all thou hast ; allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow , Or ...
... thee ; do thou With courtesy receive him ; rise and bow ; And , ere his shadow pass thy threshold , crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave ; Then lay before him all thou hast ; allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow , Or ...
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... thee , and thee alone , a cure ! William Lisle Bowles [ 1762-1850 ] GRIEF I TELL you , hopeless grief is passionless ; That only men incredulous of despair , Half - taught in anguish , through the midnight air Beat upward to God's ...
... thee , and thee alone , a cure ! William Lisle Bowles [ 1762-1850 ] GRIEF I TELL you , hopeless grief is passionless ; That only men incredulous of despair , Half - taught in anguish , through the midnight air Beat upward to God's ...
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... thee my steps shall be , For ever and for ever . But here will sigh thine alder - tree , And here thine aspen shiver ; And here by thee will hum the bee , For ever and for ever . A thousand suns will stream on thee , A thousand moons ...
... thee my steps shall be , For ever and for ever . But here will sigh thine alder - tree , And here thine aspen shiver ; And here by thee will hum the bee , For ever and for ever . A thousand suns will stream on thee , A thousand moons ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
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 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...
Página 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...
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 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.
Página 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.
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.