Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 páginas |
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... grave belov'd we turn , Or by some holy death - bed dear , Most welcome to the chasten'd ear Of her whom Heaven is teaching how to mourn . O cheerful tender strain ! the heart That duly bears with you its part , Singing so thankful to ...
... grave belov'd we turn , Or by some holy death - bed dear , Most welcome to the chasten'd ear Of her whom Heaven is teaching how to mourn . O cheerful tender strain ! the heart That duly bears with you its part , Singing so thankful to ...
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... grave . Oh , thou whom chance leads to this name- less stone From that proud country which was once mine own , By those white cliffs I never more must see , By that dear language which I spake like thee , Forget all feuds , and shed one ...
... grave . Oh , thou whom chance leads to this name- less stone From that proud country which was once mine own , By those white cliffs I never more must see , By that dear language which I spake like thee , Forget all feuds , and shed one ...
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... grave . A ghost was there , who died in age , Not wearied yet with pilgrimage ; A soul so kindly and so slight , - So guileless in the world's despite , So void of thought , yet rightly feeling , It could have no descending weight ...
... grave . A ghost was there , who died in age , Not wearied yet with pilgrimage ; A soul so kindly and so slight , - So guileless in the world's despite , So void of thought , yet rightly feeling , It could have no descending weight ...
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... grave with tears its shadows deep Repulse the mourner and exclude the day ; The bourne is passed : cease , Paulus , cease to weep ; A gate of adamant hath barred the way . Prayer dies in echoes ' mid these gloomy bowers , And floats in ...
... grave with tears its shadows deep Repulse the mourner and exclude the day ; The bourne is passed : cease , Paulus , cease to weep ; A gate of adamant hath barred the way . Prayer dies in echoes ' mid these gloomy bowers , And floats in ...
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... grave , or seeming so : And that huge city flaunting bright , That crowded port and busy shore , With roofs and minarets steeped in light , Seemed but a gaudy tomb the more . I thought of what one might have hoped From Greek and Roman ...
... grave , or seeming so : And that huge city flaunting bright , That crowded port and busy shore , With roofs and minarets steeped in light , Seemed but a gaudy tomb the more . I thought of what one might have hoped From Greek and Roman ...
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Términos y frases comunes
A. H. CLOUGH almeno non v'è angels Apennine BABETTE belle La Marguerite beneath blood breast breath breeze bright Brittany brow calm cheek Christ Count of Carcassonne dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes fair faith flowers gaze gleam Goethe gold gone grave green grey hair hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hour Irish Brigade Iseult king land light lips live look Lord Madrigal music Matthew Arnold moon morning never night o'er Obermann OMAR KHAYYÁM once pale pass pray prayer rest ring risen Rock round sail scholar band scrunts Shadow shine shore silent sings smile smiling queen snow soft song soul spirit stand stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought towers Traquair Tristram twas Ulpian voice waves weep wild wind words ye Ministers youth
Pasajes populares
Página 83 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name. For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known: cities of men, And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Página 84 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Página 29 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Página 26 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
Página 75 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Página 321 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Página 107 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Página 245 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold, strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; Come, children, come down! The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town.
Página 31 - ... o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire...
Página 235 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.