A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 pages |
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... Mind 28. Doves · · - · 29. Love not too Much , from " Shorter Poems " Robert Bridges William Wordsworth Archbishop Trench William Shakespeare William Shakespeare William Wordsworth William Allingham Christopher Marlowe Robert Browning ...
... Mind 28. Doves · · - · 29. Love not too Much , from " Shorter Poems " Robert Bridges William Wordsworth Archbishop Trench William Shakespeare William Shakespeare William Wordsworth William Allingham Christopher Marlowe Robert Browning ...
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... mind Ah , see the fair chivalry come A hundred wings are dropt as soft as one Ah well were I for ever · Alas ! they had been friends in youth- A late lark twitters from the quiet skies A little while a little love A little work - a ...
... mind Ah , see the fair chivalry come A hundred wings are dropt as soft as one Ah well were I for ever · Alas ! they had been friends in youth- A late lark twitters from the quiet skies A little while a little love A little work - a ...
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... mind are not of clay The bud on the bough The clouds have left the sky · Aug. 14 · - July 23 Nov. 18 Feb. 5 · 13 - Aug. Sept. 10 July 31 - July 13 - Nov. 23 · · June 27 - May 20 Nov. 7 The crocus , while the days are dark The curves XXX.
... mind are not of clay The bud on the bough The clouds have left the sky · Aug. 14 · - July 23 Nov. 18 Feb. 5 · 13 - Aug. Sept. 10 July 31 - July 13 - Nov. 23 · · June 27 - May 20 Nov. 7 The crocus , while the days are dark The curves XXX.
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... mind Ye voices that arose You promise heavens free from strife You were so far away - 16 March 4 · Feb. 9 · - May 9 · Aug. ΙΟ April 6 - Oct. 8 - Oct. 23 . Oct. 3 · Nov. 3 Dec. 30 - Jan. 22 · I 22 25 - Jan. - Oct. Jan. 1 AU INDEX TO ...
... mind Ye voices that arose You promise heavens free from strife You were so far away - 16 March 4 · Feb. 9 · - May 9 · Aug. ΙΟ April 6 - Oct. 8 - Oct. 23 . Oct. 3 · Nov. 3 Dec. 30 - Jan. 22 · I 22 25 - Jan. - Oct. Jan. 1 AU INDEX TO ...
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... sufficed : All loving , loved of all ; but loving best And best beloved of Christ . CHRISTINA ROSSETTI GOOD IN THINGS EVIL ET oft affliction purifies the mind 23 JANUARY 21 A Winter Day, from "Shorter Poems" (Smith, Elder & Co.
... sufficed : All loving , loved of all ; but loving best And best beloved of Christ . CHRISTINA ROSSETTI GOOD IN THINGS EVIL ET oft affliction purifies the mind 23 JANUARY 21 A Winter Day, from "Shorter Poems" (Smith, Elder & Co.
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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?