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Página 49
... hath broken will unite no more- If the deep - yearning love , that hath not found Its like in the cold world , must waste in tears- If truth , and fervour , must return And die of their own fulness - if beyond The grave there is no ...
... hath broken will unite no more- If the deep - yearning love , that hath not found Its like in the cold world , must waste in tears- If truth , and fervour , must return And die of their own fulness - if beyond The grave there is no ...
Página 51
... hath , the devil hath him . Gold thou mayst safely touch ; but if it stick Unto thy hands , it woundeth to the quick . What skills it if a bag of stones , or gold , About thy neck do drown thee ? raise thy head ; Take stars for money ...
... hath , the devil hath him . Gold thou mayst safely touch ; but if it stick Unto thy hands , it woundeth to the quick . What skills it if a bag of stones , or gold , About thy neck do drown thee ? raise thy head ; Take stars for money ...
Página 65
... Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue : In vain with cymbals ' ring , They call the grisly king , In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis and Orus , and the dog Anubis ...
... Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue : In vain with cymbals ' ring , They call the grisly king , In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis and Orus , and the dog Anubis ...
Página 72
... hath something of the child ; Part of the Past to all the Present cleaves , As the rose - odours linger in fading leaves . In ceaseless toil , from year to year , Working with loath or willing hands , Stone upon stone we shape and rear ...
... hath something of the child ; Part of the Past to all the Present cleaves , As the rose - odours linger in fading leaves . In ceaseless toil , from year to year , Working with loath or willing hands , Stone upon stone we shape and rear ...
Página 78
... hath some , who most hath never all . Southwell . 409. CHANGE . Tragic My hair was black , but white my life ; The colours in exchange are cast ! The white upon my hair is rife , The black upon my life has pass'd . Oriental , tr . by ...
... hath some , who most hath never all . Southwell . 409. CHANGE . Tragic My hair was black , but white my life ; The colours in exchange are cast ! The white upon my hair is rife , The black upon my life has pass'd . Oriental , tr . by ...
Termos e frases comuns
angels art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm Charles Wesley Christ clouds dark death deeds deep divine doth dream Dryden dust earth Eliza Cook eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear feel flowers give glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour immortal Jesus Joanna Baillie King labour life's light live look Lord Madame Guyon man's mercy mind Mirror for Magistrates mortal ne'er never night o'er pain pass'd passion peace pleasure poison'd Pollok poor praise prayer pride rest round Shakespeare shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tears tempest thee Thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne toil truth Twas unto vex'd virtue voice wait weary weep wings wisdom words youth
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Página 106 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
Página 499 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 603 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 105 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
Página 314 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 105 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 513 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 460 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 526 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, . They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Página 374 - Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart...