A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volumen1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 páginas |
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... SWEET LOVE SEEMED 439 439 • 419 • ASIAN BIRDS 439 420 420 ˇ Arthur O'Shaughnessy 421 THE FAIR MAID AND THE SUN 440 ˇ 422 422 HAS SUMMER COME WITHOUT THE ROSE ? 441 AT HER GRAVE . 441 ˇ 425 SILENCES • SAPPHO ( from " On the Cliffs ...
... SWEET LOVE SEEMED 439 439 • 419 • ASIAN BIRDS 439 420 420 ˇ Arthur O'Shaughnessy 421 THE FAIR MAID AND THE SUN 440 ˇ 422 422 HAS SUMMER COME WITHOUT THE ROSE ? 441 AT HER GRAVE . 441 ˇ 425 SILENCES • SAPPHO ( from " On the Cliffs ...
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... sweet scents Are the swift vehicles of still sweeter thoughts , And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores . They bring me tales of youth and tones of love , And ' tis and ever was my wish and ...
... sweet scents Are the swift vehicles of still sweeter thoughts , And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores . They bring me tales of youth and tones of love , And ' tis and ever was my wish and ...
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... sweet . ON MUSIC MANY love music but for music's sake ; Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half dead , And rise to follow where she loves to lead . What various feelings come from days gone by ...
... sweet . ON MUSIC MANY love music but for music's sake ; Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half dead , And rise to follow where she loves to lead . What various feelings come from days gone by ...
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... SWEET in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers , Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair ; Sleeps she , and hears not the melancholy numbers Breath'd to my sad lute amid the lonely air . Down from the high cliffs the ...
... SWEET in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers , Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair ; Sleeps she , and hears not the melancholy numbers Breath'd to my sad lute amid the lonely air . Down from the high cliffs the ...
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... sweet ring of the hunter's horn . Now , thorough the copse , where the fox is found , And over the stream , at a mighty bound , And over the high lands , and over the low , O'er furrows , o'er meadows , the hunters go ! Away ! -as a ...
... sweet ring of the hunter's horn . Now , thorough the copse , where the fox is found , And over the stream , at a mighty bound , And over the high lands , and over the low , O'er furrows , o'er meadows , the hunters go ! Away ! -as a ...
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Página 172 - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...
Página 57 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Página 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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Página 153 - 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.