Five Minutes: Daily Readings of PoetryWhittaker, 1883 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 32
Página 16
... calm'd me Calm me , ah , compose me to the end ! " Ah , once more , ” I cried , “ ye stars , ye waters , On my heart your mighty charm renew ; Still , still let me , as I gaze upon you Feel my soul becoming vast like you ! " From the ...
... calm'd me Calm me , ah , compose me to the end ! " Ah , once more , ” I cried , “ ye stars , ye waters , On my heart your mighty charm renew ; Still , still let me , as I gaze upon you Feel my soul becoming vast like you ! " From the ...
Página 45
... lid ; If at our brother's name Once and again the thought " for ever gone , " Come o'er us like a cloud , yet , gentle spright , Thou turnest not away , Thou knowest us calm at heart . One look , and we have seen our last of FEBRUARY . 45.
... lid ; If at our brother's name Once and again the thought " for ever gone , " Come o'er us like a cloud , yet , gentle spright , Thou turnest not away , Thou knowest us calm at heart . One look , and we have seen our last of FEBRUARY . 45.
Página 47
... calm as May , The birds , conceiving a design To forestal sweet St. Valentine , In many an orchard , copse , and grove Assembled on affairs of love , And with much twitter and much chatter , Began to agitate the matter . At length a ...
... calm as May , The birds , conceiving a design To forestal sweet St. Valentine , In many an orchard , copse , and grove Assembled on affairs of love , And with much twitter and much chatter , Began to agitate the matter . At length a ...
Página 81
... calm our danger ; For our life , to this world stranger , Is in peril evermore . ADAM OF ST . VICTOR . Trans . by J. M. NEALE . March 26 . I DO not ask , O Lord , that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take ...
... calm our danger ; For our life , to this world stranger , Is in peril evermore . ADAM OF ST . VICTOR . Trans . by J. M. NEALE . March 26 . I DO not ask , O Lord , that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take ...
Página 90
... calm , Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In His pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees He how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never ...
... calm , Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In His pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees He how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
A. H. CLOUGH angels beatific beauty behold beneath bird blessed breast breath bright calm canst CHARLES KINGSLEY child Christ CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church clouds dark Dctober dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers friends GEORGE ELIOT glory God's golden Golden Legend grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Hesperides holy hope hour Inchcape Rock J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW King leaves life's light live look LORD HOUGHTON March month MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace praise pray prayer rest rose shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tree unto voice waves weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 207 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Página 103 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired...
Página 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Página 120 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Página 27 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Página 76 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Página 127 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Página 256 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 221 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Página 260 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.