English Poems

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Edward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul
American book Company, 1908 - 415 страници

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Страница 235 - Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 85 We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell
Страница 309 - Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, 15 But westward, look, the land is bright. MATTHEW ARNOLD 1822-1888 SHAKESPEARE OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and
Страница 184 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 200 Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows
Страница 59 - As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 10 As the death bed whereon it must expire
Страница 184 - thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death 185 In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight
Страница 185 - The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; 10 So might I, standing on this pleasant
Страница 258 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 20 in Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed
Страница 80 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook; And of those Demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent 95 With planet, or with element. In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine,
Страница 81 - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek ; Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, IIO Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and
Страница 80 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, • Or the Bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp at midnight hour 85 Be seen on some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato,

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