A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of VictoriaEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - Počet stran: 744 |
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... SOUL A LAST APPEAL 292 FAREWELL IMMORTALITY 292 IL FIOR DEGLI EROICI FURORI A LETTER FROM NEWPORT 292 VENICE I SAW , I SAW THE LOVELY CHILD . 293 • THYSELF THE SONNET Edward Dowden RENUNCIANTS 293 Alexander Hay Japp LEONARDO'S " MONNA ...
... SOUL A LAST APPEAL 292 FAREWELL IMMORTALITY 292 IL FIOR DEGLI EROICI FURORI A LETTER FROM NEWPORT 292 VENICE I SAW , I SAW THE LOVELY CHILD . 293 • THYSELF THE SONNET Edward Dowden RENUNCIANTS 293 Alexander Hay Japp LEONARDO'S " MONNA ...
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... SOUL SIT down , sad soul , and count The moments flying : Come , tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? - a score ? Then laugh , and count no more ; For day is dying . Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no ...
... SOUL SIT down , sad soul , and count The moments flying : Come , tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? - a score ? Then laugh , and count no more ; For day is dying . Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no ...
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... soul Is but the fix'd persuasion of success . Ah ! - here ! that spasm ! - How Life and Death ― again ! Do wrestle for me momently ! And yet The King looks pale . I shall outlive the King ! ― And then , thou insolent Austrian who didst ...
... soul Is but the fix'd persuasion of success . Ah ! - here ! that spasm ! - How Life and Death ― again ! Do wrestle for me momently ! And yet The King looks pale . I shall outlive the King ! ― And then , thou insolent Austrian who didst ...
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... soul , the self - constraining will , The rugged root that bare the winsome flower Is weak and wither'd . Fays Were we like the That sweetly nestle in the foxglove bells , Or lurk and murmur in the rose - lipp'd shells Which Neptune to ...
... soul , the self - constraining will , The rugged root that bare the winsome flower Is weak and wither'd . Fays Were we like the That sweetly nestle in the foxglove bells , Or lurk and murmur in the rose - lipp'd shells Which Neptune to ...
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... soul and body's bliss to part ! I hail thee Childhood's very Lord , In gaze and glance , in voice and word . In spite of all foreboding fear , A thing thou art of present cheer ; And thus to be belov'd and known As is a rushy fountain's ...
... soul and body's bliss to part ! I hail thee Childhood's very Lord , In gaze and glance , in voice and word . In spite of all foreboding fear , A thing thou art of present cheer ; And thus to be belov'd and known As is a rushy fountain's ...
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Strana 174 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Strana 226 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Strana 197 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Strana 155 - O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE" Longum illud tempus, quum non era, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum. — Cicero, Ad Att., xii: 18. O 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.
Strana 226 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Strana 197 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,1 And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Strana 526 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Strana 199 - 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 212 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Strana 226 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.