Select Readings from the Poets and Prose Writers of Every CountryJames Fleming Simpkin, Marshall & Company, 1866 - Всего страниц: 352 |
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... blessed sun , And now it seems as hard to stay , and yet His will be done ! But still I think it can't be long before I find release ; And that good man , the clergyman , has told me words of peace . O blessings on his kindly voice and ...
... blessed sun , And now it seems as hard to stay , and yet His will be done ! But still I think it can't be long before I find release ; And that good man , the clergyman , has told me words of peace . O blessings on his kindly voice and ...
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... blessed music went that way my soul will have to go . And for myself , indeed , I care not if I go to - day ; But , Effie , you must comfort her when I am past away . And say to Robin a kind word , and tell him not to fret ; There's ...
... blessed music went that way my soul will have to go . And for myself , indeed , I care not if I go to - day ; But , Effie , you must comfort her when I am past away . And say to Robin a kind word , and tell him not to fret ; There's ...
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James Fleming. For ever and for ever , all in a blessed home- And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come- To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your breast- Where the wicked cease from troubling , and the weary are ...
James Fleming. For ever and for ever , all in a blessed home- And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come- To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your breast- Where the wicked cease from troubling , and the weary are ...
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... Thy God's , and truth's ; then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Serve the king ; And , -Prithee , lead me in : There , take an inventory of all I have ; To the last penny , ' tis the king's : 46 SELECT READINGS .
... Thy God's , and truth's ; then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Serve the king ; And , -Prithee , lead me in : There , take an inventory of all I have ; To the last penny , ' tis the king's : 46 SELECT READINGS .
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... blessed sun With iron grating ; and for the first time He threw him on his bed , and could not hear His Isabel's " good night . " But the next morn She was the earliest at the prison gate , The last on whom it closed and her sweet voice ...
... blessed sun With iron grating ; and for the first time He threw him on his bed , and could not hear His Isabel's " good night . " But the next morn She was the earliest at the prison gate , The last on whom it closed and her sweet voice ...
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Стр. 350 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Стр. 171 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Стр. 45 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 178 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Стр. 22 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Стр. 177 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops ; Kind souls ! What; weep you, when you but behold Our Ceesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Стр. 74 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Стр. 350 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Стр. 225 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry Homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Стр. 295 - Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem' st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i