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Strana 10
But these — what kind of tales did men tell men , She wonder ' d by themselves ?
A half - disdain Perch ' d on the pouted blossom of her lips ; And Walter nodded
at me : “ He began , The rest would follow , each in turn ; and so We forged a ...
But these — what kind of tales did men tell men , She wonder ' d by themselves ?
A half - disdain Perch ' d on the pouted blossom of her lips ; And Walter nodded
at me : “ He began , The rest would follow , each in turn ; and so We forged a ...
Strana 30
... And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my
throbbing brow , To smooth my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me
pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you That
brother ...
... And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my
throbbing brow , To smooth my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me
pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you That
brother ...
Strana 33
Ah , fear me not , ' Replied Melissa ; " no — I would not tell , No , not for all
Aspasia ' s cleverness , No , not to answer , madam , all those hard things That
Sheba came to ask of Solomon . ' · Be it so , ' the other , that we still may lead The
new ...
Ah , fear me not , ' Replied Melissa ; " no — I would not tell , No , not for all
Aspasia ' s cleverness , No , not to answer , madam , all those hard things That
Sheba came to ask of Solomon . ' · Be it so , ' the other , that we still may lead The
new ...
Strana 41
Tell us , ' Florian ask ' d , How grew this feud betwixt the right and left . ' " O , long
ago , ' she said , . betwixt these two Division smoulders hidden ; ' t is my mother ,
Too jealous , often fretful as the wind Pent in a crevice : much I bear with her .
Tell us , ' Florian ask ' d , How grew this feud betwixt the right and left . ' " O , long
ago , ' she said , . betwixt these two Division smoulders hidden ; ' t is my mother ,
Too jealous , often fretful as the wind Pent in a crevice : much I bear with her .
Strana 47
Yet will we say for children , would they grew Like field - flowers everywhere ! we
like them well : ✓ But children die ; and let me tell you , girl , Howe ' er you
babble , great deeds cannot die ; v They with the sun and moon renew their light
For ...
Yet will we say for children , would they grew Like field - flowers everywhere ! we
like them well : ✓ But children die ; and let me tell you , girl , Howe ' er you
babble , great deeds cannot die ; v They with the sun and moon renew their light
For ...
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Strana 197 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Strana 196 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Strana 131 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou. Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Strana 271 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Strana 52 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 133 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 272 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strana 298 - Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour his couriers bring. Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho...
Strana 91 - Man for the field and woman for the hearth : Man for the sword and for the needle she : Man with the head and woman with the heart: Man to command and woman to obey; All else confusion.
Strana 137 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies, The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. One writes that "other friends remain," That "loss is common to the race"— And...