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Страница 140 - Honour to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raise us from what is low ! Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo ! in that house of misery...
Страница 140 - Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors.
Страница 141 - On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. SANTA FILOMENA. 67 A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Страница 146 - THE POEMS OF ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH, sometime Fellow of Oriel College, Oxford. Fourth Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 6s. "from the higher mind of cultivated, all-questioning, but still conservative England, in this our puzzled generation, we do not know of any utterance in literature so characteristic as the poems of Arthur Hugh Clough.
Страница 134 - Servant of God, well done ! They serve God well Who serve His creatures : when the funeral bell Tolls for the dead, there's nothing left of all That decks the scutcheon and the velvet pall Save this. The coronet is empty show : The strength and loveliness are hid below : The shifting wealth to others hath accrued...
Страница 10 - But now succeeding generations hear Beneath the shadow of each crumbling arch The music low and drear, The muffled music of thy onward march, Made up of piping winds and rustling leaves And plashing rain-drops falling from slant eaves, And all mysterious unconnected sounds With which the place abounds. Time doth efface Each day some lingering trace Of human government and human care...
Страница 141 - Lo ! in that house of misery, A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls. As if a door in heaven should be Opened, and then closed suddenly, The vision came and went; The light shone and was spent.
Страница 110 - Mild the pure fervour of his watchful eyes ; Meek with serenity of constant prayer The luminous forehead, high and broad and bare ; The thin mouth, though not passionless, yet still ; With a sweet calm that speaks an angel's will, Resolving service to his God's behest, And ever musing how to serve Him best. Not old, nor young ; with manhood's gentlest grace ; Pale to transparency the pensive face, Pale not with sickness but with studious thought, The body tasked, the fine mind overwrought ; With...
Страница 52 - Crooked and sick for ever she must be : Her life of wild activity and glee Was with the past, the future was a life Dismal and feeble ; full of suffering ; rife With chill denials of accustomed joy, Continual torment and obscure annoy. Blighted in all her bloom — her withered frame Must now inherit age ; young but in name. Never could she, at close of some long day Of pain that strove with hope, exulting lay A tiny new-born infant on her breast...