A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volumen 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 páginas |
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... round and perfect as a star . " This has been variously essayed ; once , at least , in such a manner as to render it unlikely that any new effort , for years to come , will better the result attained . On the other hand , the present ...
... round and perfect as a star . " This has been variously essayed ; once , at least , in such a manner as to render it unlikely that any new effort , for years to come , will better the result attained . On the other hand , the present ...
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... round the willow - banks that lure him from above ; O that , in tears from my rocky prison streaming , I , too , could glide to the bower of my love ! Ah , where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her , Opes she her eyelids at ...
... round the willow - banks that lure him from above ; O that , in tears from my rocky prison streaming , I , too , could glide to the bower of my love ! Ah , where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her , Opes she her eyelids at ...
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... round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies . I'm on the sea ! I'm on the sea ! I am where I would ever be ; With the blue above , and the blue below , And silence wheresoe'er I go ; If a ...
... round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies . I'm on the sea ! I'm on the sea ! I am where I would ever be ; With the blue above , and the blue below , And silence wheresoe'er I go ; If a ...
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... round his straining throat Grace and shifting beauty float ! Sinewy strength is on his reins , And the red blood gallops through his veins ; Richer , redder , never ran Through the boasting heart of man . He can trace his lineage higher ...
... round his straining throat Grace and shifting beauty float ! Sinewy strength is on his reins , And the red blood gallops through his veins ; Richer , redder , never ran Through the boasting heart of man . He can trace his lineage higher ...
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... round , With wrinkled joints so fruitful to the eye . All this is fair and yet we know it true That ' neath a pomane ... rounded ear Turn'd like a shell upon some golden shore ; Her whispering foot that carried all her weight , Nor left ...
... round , With wrinkled joints so fruitful to the eye . All this is fair and yet we know it true That ' neath a pomane ... rounded ear Turn'd like a shell upon some golden shore ; Her whispering foot that carried all her weight , Nor left ...
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Página 201 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Página 201 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 347 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" 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 174 - I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say Behold I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live.
Página 118 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 172 - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...
Página 57 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Página 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 27 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 153 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.