Fifty Years of English Song: The earlier poets. The Blackwood coterie, and earlier Scottish poets. The poets of young IrelandHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... things of that mysterious flower , That flower which serves all mysteries to bear ? The sacred Triangle is there , Holding the Emblem which no tongue may tell ; Is this the Heaven of Heavens , where Seeva's self doth dwell ? 9 . Here ...
... things of that mysterious flower , That flower which serves all mysteries to bear ? The sacred Triangle is there , Holding the Emblem which no tongue may tell ; Is this the Heaven of Heavens , where Seeva's self doth dwell ? 9 . Here ...
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... things around , And doubt and wonder rose within his mind That this was all he found . Howbeit he lifted up his voice and spake . There is oppression in the World below ; Earth groans beneath the yoke ; yea , in her woe , She asks if ...
... things around , And doubt and wonder rose within his mind That this was all he found . Howbeit he lifted up his voice and spake . There is oppression in the World below ; Earth groans beneath the yoke ; yea , in her woe , She asks if ...
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... things are known : Go , ye who suffer , go to Yamen's throne . He hath the remedy for every woe ; He setteth right whate'er is wrong below . YAMEN . FROM BOOK XXIII . Two forms inseparable in unity Hath Yamen ; even as with hope or fear ...
... things are known : Go , ye who suffer , go to Yamen's throne . He hath the remedy for every woe ; He setteth right whate'er is wrong below . YAMEN . FROM BOOK XXIII . Two forms inseparable in unity Hath Yamen ; even as with hope or fear ...
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... things unknowable So certainly he spake . The man replied , One of our nation lost the maid he loved , Nor would he bear his sorrow , - being one Into whose heart fear never found a way , But to the Country of the Dead pursued Her ...
... things unknowable So certainly he spake . The man replied , One of our nation lost the maid he loved , Nor would he bear his sorrow , - being one Into whose heart fear never found a way , But to the Country of the Dead pursued Her ...
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... things from without , Would be alike indifferent . Gracious God , Only but ten short years , - and all so changed ! Ten little years since in yon court he checked His fiery steeds . The steeds obeyed his hand , The whirling wheels stood ...
... things from without , Would be alike indifferent . Gracious God , Only but ten short years , - and all so changed ! Ten little years since in yon court he checked His fiery steeds . The steeds obeyed his hand , The whirling wheels stood ...
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Página 164 - 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 the
Página 48 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 41 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 56 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 47 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 46 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Página 44 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 167 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it. Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Página 40 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 45 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!