Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... born . I love snow , and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves , and winds , and storms— Everything almost Which is Nature's , and may be Untainted by man's misery . I love tranquil solitude , And such society As is quiet ...
... born . I love snow , and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves , and winds , and storms— Everything almost Which is Nature's , and may be Untainted by man's misery . I love tranquil solitude , And such society As is quiet ...
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... born ; And like a soul belated , In hell and heaven unmated , By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn . Though one were strong as seven , He too with death shall dwell , Nor wake with wings in heaven , Nor weep for pains in ...
... born ; And like a soul belated , In hell and heaven unmated , By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn . Though one were strong as seven , He too with death shall dwell , Nor wake with wings in heaven , Nor weep for pains in ...
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... born , The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one , Nor promised love it could not give , But lit for all its generous sun , And lived itself , and made us live . There let me gaze , till I become In soul ...
... born , The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one , Nor promised love it could not give , But lit for all its generous sun , And lived itself , and made us live . There let me gaze , till I become In soul ...
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... born , Will soar away ! One pang - and I shall rend the thrall Where grief abides , And generous Death will show me all That now he hides ; And , lucid in that second birth , I shall discern What all the sages of the earth Have died to ...
... born , Will soar away ! One pang - and I shall rend the thrall Where grief abides , And generous Death will show me all That now he hides ; And , lucid in that second birth , I shall discern What all the sages of the earth Have died to ...
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... born as she , Reading this , like Niobe Shall turn marble , and become Both her mourner and her tomb . William Browne [ 1591-1643 ? ] AN EPITAPH INTENDED FOR HIMSELF LIKE thee I once have stemmed the sea of life , Like thee have ...
... born as she , Reading this , like Niobe Shall turn marble , and become Both her mourner and her tomb . William Browne [ 1591-1643 ? ] AN EPITAPH INTENDED FOR HIMSELF LIKE thee I once have stemmed the sea of life , Like thee have ...
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Termos e frases comuns
a-thynkynge angel April April 11 beauty bien biographical data available bird blest bliss Born at London breath bright Carcassonne Christ Christina Georgina Rossetti cloud cross crown dark dead dear death Deutschen Vaterland died at London Dies Iræ doth dream earth England English writer eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers Glorious glory God's grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Horatius Bonar hour Ist's Jesus JOHN Juxta crucem Lamb of God land light living Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer night November 29 o'er October pain peace Pierre-Jean de Béranger poem prayer present address rest Robert Herrick rose Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine Thou art thought voice wandering weary weep WILLIAM wind wings York City
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Página 3185 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 3450 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Página 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Página 3265 - 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.
Página 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Página 3288 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 3298 - And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Página 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 3301 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.