The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... thou alway ? Be silent , I pray , It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away . As the sun goes down . " In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn , The lad had ceased to play on his horn . 66 Oh , why art thou silent ? I beg ...
... thou alway ? Be silent , I pray , It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away . As the sun goes down . " In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn , The lad had ceased to play on his horn . 66 Oh , why art thou silent ? I beg ...
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... Thou ' t break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons through the flowering thorn ; Thou minds me o ' departed joys , Departed - never to return . Thou ' t break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I ...
... Thou ' t break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons through the flowering thorn ; Thou minds me o ' departed joys , Departed - never to return . Thou ' t break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I ...
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... thou wert dead before me , though I slew thee with my hand . Better thou and I were lying , hidden from the heart's disgrace , Rolled in one another's arms , and silent in a last embrace . Cursed be the social wants that sin against the ...
... thou wert dead before me , though I slew thee with my hand . Better thou and I were lying , hidden from the heart's disgrace , Rolled in one another's arms , and silent in a last embrace . Cursed be the social wants that sin against the ...
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... thou learn it , lest thy heart be put to proof , In the dead , unhappy night , and when the rain is on the roof . Like a dog , he hunts in dreams ; and thou art staring at the wall , Where the dying night - lamp flickers , and the ...
... thou learn it , lest thy heart be put to proof , In the dead , unhappy night , and when the rain is on the roof . Like a dog , he hunts in dreams ; and thou art staring at the wall , Where the dying night - lamp flickers , and the ...
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... thou wed a country maid , When some fair princess might be thine ? " Why didst thou praise my humble charms , And , oh ! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms , Then leave to mourn the livelong day ? " The village ...
... thou wed a country maid , When some fair princess might be thine ? " Why didst thou praise my humble charms , And , oh ! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms , Then leave to mourn the livelong day ? " The village ...
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Страница 366 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Страница 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Страница 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Страница 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Страница 31 - 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.
Страница 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Страница 143 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Страница 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Страница 32 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...