The English Poets

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Thomas Humphry Ward
Macmillan, 1900

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Страница 263 - 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 : False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Страница 375 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew— 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too, Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
Страница 374 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : • One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Страница 331 - Enough for me ; with joy I see The different doom our fates assign. Be thine despair, and sceptred care, To triumph, and to die, are mine.
Страница 108 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Страница 467 - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Страница 574 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Страница 319 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 329 - Fill high the sparkling bowl. The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
Страница 508 - As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that ; For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That man to man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for a

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