Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... thoughts , grave thoughts , thoughts lasting to the end . Aubrey Thomas De Vere [ 1814-1902 ] TIME AND GRIEF O TIME ! Who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on Sorrow's wound , and slowly thence ( Lulling to sad repose the weary sense ) ...
... thoughts , grave thoughts , thoughts lasting to the end . Aubrey Thomas De Vere [ 1814-1902 ] TIME AND GRIEF O TIME ! Who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on Sorrow's wound , and slowly thence ( Lulling to sad repose the weary sense ) ...
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On thee I rest my only hope at last , And think , when thou hast dried the ... a cure ! William Lisle Bowles [ 1762-1850 ] GRIEF I TELL you , hopeless ... a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble ...
On thee I rest my only hope at last , And think , when thou hast dried the ... a cure ! William Lisle Bowles [ 1762-1850 ] GRIEF I TELL you , hopeless ... a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble ...
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And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers , A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears . How often , oh , how often , In the days that had gone by , I had stood on that bridge at midnight And gazed on ...
And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers , A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears . How often , oh , how often , In the days that had gone by , I had stood on that bridge at midnight And gazed on ...
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... think how great had been our bliss If Heaven had but assigned us To live and ... the close of pleasure's day To gloom hath near consigned us , We turn to catch ... a mile ; Yet if I walk alone , and think of naught at all , Why from me ...
... think how great had been our bliss If Heaven had but assigned us To live and ... the close of pleasure's day To gloom hath near consigned us , We turn to catch ... a mile ; Yet if I walk alone , and think of naught at all , Why from me ...
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... think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate . They are not long , the days of wine and roses : Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while , then closes Within a dream . Ernest Dowson [ 1867-1900 ] DEATH'S FINAL ...
... think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate . They are not long , the days of wine and roses : Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while , then closes Within a dream . Ernest Dowson [ 1867-1900 ] DEATH'S FINAL ...
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Стр. 3185 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Стр. 3450 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Стр. 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Стр. 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Стр. 3265 - 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.
Стр. 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Стр. 3288 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Стр. 3298 - And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Стр. 3468 - 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.
Стр. 3301 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.