England's AntiphonMacmillan, 1868 - 332 страници |
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... sleeping , " weeping . " This I think it better not to attempt retaining , because the final unaccented syllable is generally one of those e's which , having first become mute , have since been dropped from our spelling altogether ...
... sleeping , " weeping . " This I think it better not to attempt retaining , because the final unaccented syllable is generally one of those e's which , having first become mute , have since been dropped from our spelling altogether ...
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... sleep and quiet rest , And joy to see the cheerful light That riseth in the east ; Now clear your voice , now cheer your heart ; Come help me now to sing ; Each willing wight come bear a part , To praise the heavenly King . And you whom ...
... sleep and quiet rest , And joy to see the cheerful light That riseth in the east ; Now clear your voice , now cheer your heart ; Come help me now to sing ; Each willing wight come bear a part , To praise the heavenly King . And you whom ...
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... sleeps , Or dolours do distress ; Yet bear a part in doleful wise ; Yea , think it good accord , And acceptable ... sleep like dreadful death . Yet as this deadly night did last But for a little space , And heavenly day , now night ...
... sleeps , Or dolours do distress ; Yet bear a part in doleful wise ; Yea , think it good accord , And acceptable ... sleep like dreadful death . Yet as this deadly night did last But for a little space , And heavenly day , now night ...
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... sleep as well , And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past , we wake eternally , And death shall be no more : Death , thou shalt die . In a poem called The Cross , full of fantastic con- ceits , we find ...
... sleep as well , And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past , we wake eternally , And death shall be no more : Death , thou shalt die . In a poem called The Cross , full of fantastic con- ceits , we find ...
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... Sleep , sleep , old sun ; thou canst not have re - past 1 As yet the wound thou took'st on Friday last . Sleep then , and rest : the world may bear thy stay ; A better sun rose before thee to - day ; Who , not content to enlighten all ...
... Sleep , sleep , old sun ; thou canst not have re - past 1 As yet the wound thou took'st on Friday last . Sleep then , and rest : the world may bear thy stay ; A better sun rose before thee to - day ; Who , not content to enlighten all ...
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Страница 207 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Страница 72 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Страница 122 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Страница 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
Страница 139 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Страница 248 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element. How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies ; But gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light, Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere.
Страница 310 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Страница 205 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Страница 287 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; And let Thy will be done.
Страница 267 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.