Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... sweet If man were wise to see't , But only melancholy , O sweetest Melancholy ! Welcome , folded arms , and fixèd eyes , A sigh that piercing mortifies , A look that's fastened to the ground , A tongue chained up without a sound ...
... sweet If man were wise to see't , But only melancholy , O sweetest Melancholy ! Welcome , folded arms , and fixèd eyes , A sigh that piercing mortifies , A look that's fastened to the ground , A tongue chained up without a sound ...
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... sweet's the cup that circles then To those we've left behind us ! And when , in other climes , we meet Some isle , or vale enchanting , Where all looks flowery , wild , and sweet , And naught but love is wanting ; We think how great had ...
... sweet's the cup that circles then To those we've left behind us ! And when , in other climes , we meet Some isle , or vale enchanting , Where all looks flowery , wild , and sweet , And naught but love is wanting ; We think how great had ...
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... sweet , did any heart now share in my emotion ! Alas ! I have nor hope nor health , Nor peace within nor calm around , Nor that Content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found , And walked with inward glory crowned , — Nor fame ...
... sweet , did any heart now share in my emotion ! Alas ! I have nor hope nor health , Nor peace within nor calm around , Nor that Content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found , And walked with inward glory crowned , — Nor fame ...
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... sweet dove died ; And I have thought it died of grieving : O , what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving ; Sweet little red feet ! why should you die— Why would you leave me , sweet bird ...
... sweet dove died ; And I have thought it died of grieving : O , what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving ; Sweet little red feet ! why should you die— Why would you leave me , sweet bird ...
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... sweet , As Langley Lane in London town , Just out of the bustle of square and street ? Little white cottages all in a row , Gardens where bachelors ' - buttons grow , Swallows ' nests in roof and wall , And up above the still blue sky ...
... sweet , As Langley Lane in London town , Just out of the bustle of square and street ? Little white cottages all in a row , Gardens where bachelors ' - buttons grow , Swallows ' nests in roof and wall , And up above the still blue sky ...
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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.