A Selection from the Works of Lord HoughtonE. Moxon, 1868 - 236 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
Amid ANIMA MUNDI Beauty beneath BISHOP KEN blessed breath bright brow calm CARPE DIEM charm Charon child CHRISTMAS STORY cold Damascus dear Death deep delight divine dream earth Eastern world eternal eyes face faint faith fancy fear feel flowers fresh gaze glory God's gold grace grave Greece hand happy Harvard College head heart Heaven holy hope hour King knew KNIGHT IN ITALY Lady Moon LAIUS land light living Long-ago memories mind Nature's NEVER RETURN night NORTHERN KNIGHT o'er old Manorial Hall once pain passion Peace pleasure prayer PYRENEES repose REQUIESCAT IN PACE rest rise rose round scene scorn SCUTARI seem'd seemed sense sherbet SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit splendour stood Strangers strife strong sweet tears thee thought throne tomb truth VENICE voice weary words youth
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Página 8 - I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Página 1 - LADY Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving ? All that love me.
Página 85 - And more — though free from seeming harm, You rest from toil of mind or arm, Or slow retire from pleasure's charm — If then a painful sense comes on, Of something wholly lost and gone, Vainly enjoyed, or vainly done — Of something from your being's chain Broke off, nor to be linked again...
Página 51 - And a terrible heart-thrill, If you have no power of giving: An arm of aid to the weak, A friendly hand to the friendless, Kind words, so short to speak, But whose echo is endless: The world is wide, — these things are small, They may be nothing, but they are All.
Página 8 - THE BROOK-SIDE. I WANDERED by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill,— I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Página 9 - But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Página 72 - A man's best things are nearest him,. Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet...
Página 159 - Prime model of a Christian commonwealth ! Thou wise simplicity, which present men Calumniate, not conceiving, — joy is mine, That I have read and learnt thee as I ought, Not in the crude compiler's painted shell, But in thine own memorials of live stone, And in the pictures of thy kneeling princes, And in the lofty words on lofty tombs, And in the breath of ancient chroniclers, And in the music of the outer sea.
Página 85 - So should we live, that every hour May die as dies the natural flower, — A self-reviving thing of power; That every thought and every deed May hold within itself the seed Of future good and future need: Esteeming sorrow, whose employ Is to develop not destroy. Far better than a barren joy.
Página 50 - A look that is telling a tale, Which looks alone dare tell, — When a cheek is no longer pale, That has caught the glance, as it fell; A touch, which seems to unlock Treasures unknown...