A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 pages |
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... leaves Spring speaks again , and all our woods are stirred Strong Son of God , immortal Love Strew on her roses , roses Sun of the sleepless ! melancholy star ! Surely one star above all stars shall brighten Sweet bird ! thy bower is ...
... leaves Spring speaks again , and all our woods are stirred Strong Son of God , immortal Love Strew on her roses , roses Sun of the sleepless ! melancholy star ! Surely one star above all stars shall brighten Sweet bird ! thy bower is ...
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... leaves below . Stillness , accompanied with sounds so soft , Charms more than silence . Meditation here May think down hours to moments . Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head , And learning wiser grow without his books ...
... leaves below . Stillness , accompanied with sounds so soft , Charms more than silence . Meditation here May think down hours to moments . Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head , And learning wiser grow without his books ...
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... leaves on the windless east a - fire That this day too thine heart doth still desire ? Shalt thou not wonder that it liveth yet , The useless hope , the useless craving pain , That made thy face , that lonely noontide , wet With more ...
... leaves on the windless east a - fire That this day too thine heart doth still desire ? Shalt thou not wonder that it liveth yet , The useless hope , the useless craving pain , That made thy face , that lonely noontide , wet With more ...
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... leaf , Late rose whose life is brief , whose loves are light ? Soft snows that hard winds harden Till each flake bite , Fill all the flowerless garden Whose flowers took flight Long since , when summer ceased , And men rose up from ...
... leaf , Late rose whose life is brief , whose loves are light ? Soft snows that hard winds harden Till each flake bite , Fill all the flowerless garden Whose flowers took flight Long since , when summer ceased , And men rose up from ...
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... Nature's art Harmonises heart to heart . Radiant sister of the Day Awake ! arise ! and come away ! To the wild woods and the plains , To the pools where winter rains Image all their roof of leaves , Where the pine 52 FEBRUARY 17.
... Nature's art Harmonises heart to heart . Radiant sister of the Day Awake ! arise ! and come away ! To the wild woods and the plains , To the pools where winter rains Image all their roof of leaves , Where the pine 52 FEBRUARY 17.
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A. E. Housman Alfred Tennyson Anon April autumn beauty beneath birds blow breath bright CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds cold dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth Edward Cracroft Lefroy eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers glory golden green grey happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill John JOHN KEBLE July June Katharine Tynan-Hinkson light live LONGFELLOW look Lord Love's March merry morning never night o'er pain peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston Poems RICHARD Robert Bridges ROBERT HERRICK rose ROSSETTI sail Sept SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY silence sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Lovell Beddoes thought trees unto voice W. B. Yeats walk waves weary wild William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods WORDSWORTH
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Page 291 - 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.
Page 98 - 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.
Page 213 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 86 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 15 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 374 - 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.
Page 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 316 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Page 9 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 314 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?