The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & Poets, Made by the Poet Laureate in 1915 & Dedicated by Gracious Permission to His Majesty the KingLongmans, Green, 1916 - 336 páginas |
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... child ; - Her hair was long , her foot was light , And her eyes were wild . I made a garland for her head , And bracelets too , and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love , And made sweet moan . I set her on my pacing steed ...
... child ; - Her hair was long , her foot was light , And her eyes were wild . I made a garland for her head , And bracelets too , and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love , And made sweet moan . I set her on my pacing steed ...
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... child , And weep away the life of care .. Hard is the way and shut the gate , And life is in a narrow strait . Once only did my soul aspire To scale the Orient dropping fire ; Once only floated in the ways Of heaven apart from earthly ...
... child , And weep away the life of care .. Hard is the way and shut the gate , And life is in a narrow strait . Once only did my soul aspire To scale the Orient dropping fire ; Once only floated in the ways Of heaven apart from earthly ...
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... child , the name : Sorrow's springs are the same . Nor mouth had , no , nor mind express'd , What heart heard of , ghost guess'd : It is the blight man was born for , It is Margaret you mourn for . ΙΟ Clouds .. Behold the white clouds ...
... child , the name : Sorrow's springs are the same . Nor mouth had , no , nor mind express'd , What heart heard of , ghost guess'd : It is the blight man was born for , It is Margaret you mourn for . ΙΟ Clouds .. Behold the white clouds ...
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... child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —And I replied , No , not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep will come when thou art fled ...
... child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —And I replied , No , not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep will come when thou art fled ...
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... children of the earth are none the less children of the universe . Do not I feel in my soul that I am actually a member of this vast harmonious whole ? Do not I feel that in this countless assemblage of beings , wherein the Divinity ...
... children of the earth are none the less children of the universe . Do not I feel in my soul that I am actually a member of this vast harmonious whole ? Do not I feel that in this countless assemblage of beings , wherein the Divinity ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Achaia Anchises Art thou beauty behold beneath bien birds blue air born breath bright brown nightjar c'est city of Death cloud courant électrique dark dead dear death deep delight Dieu divine dost doth dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate hither hope human Ideal Love immortal Kirconnell kiss light live look Lord lovers Lycidas man's mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain Peter the deacon pleasure praise Priam qu'il SEASON of mists shadows sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring Stoicism sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto vienne virtue voice wandering waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings wisdom youth
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Página 69 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 199 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Página 187 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 197 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Página 13 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 183 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 151 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.