The New Poetical ReaderJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 páginas |
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... shore ; So give with kindly hands , For God can give you more . He would that in a ring His blessings should be sent , From living thing to thing , But nowhere staid or spent . And ev'ry soul that takes , But yields not on again , Is so ...
... shore ; So give with kindly hands , For God can give you more . He would that in a ring His blessings should be sent , From living thing to thing , But nowhere staid or spent . And ev'ry soul that takes , But yields not on again , Is so ...
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... shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wished , I long believed , And , disappointed still , was still deceived ...
... shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wished , I long believed , And , disappointed still , was still deceived ...
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... thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore , ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar ; ' And thy loved consort , on the dangerous tide Of life , long since has anchored by thy side 22 The New Poetical Reader .
... thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore , ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar ; ' And thy loved consort , on the dangerous tide Of life , long since has anchored by thy side 22 The New Poetical Reader .
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... shore , But I lov'd the great sea more and more , And backwards flew to her billowy breast , Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was and is to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white , and ...
... shore , But I lov'd the great sea more and more , And backwards flew to her billowy breast , Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was and is to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white , and ...
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... shore will bless the ship That could so guided be , Safe in the hollow of His hand , To brave the mighty sea ! WEARINESS Can snore upon the flint , when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard . Shakspeare . THE GOLDEN KEY - A PARABLE ...
... shore will bless the ship That could so guided be , Safe in the hollow of His hand , To brave the mighty sea ! WEARINESS Can snore upon the flint , when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard . Shakspeare . THE GOLDEN KEY - A PARABLE ...
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Página 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Página 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Página 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Página 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Página 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Página 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Página 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Página 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...