Poems, chiefly lyrical, compiled and arranged by G.H. Struttprivate circulation, 1866 - 240 pagini |
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Pagina 16
... fear To yield in that terrible strife ! ' ' The crown must be won for Heaven , dear , In the battle - field of life : My child , though thy foes are strong and tried , He loveth the weak and small ; The angels of Heaven are on thy side ...
... fear To yield in that terrible strife ! ' ' The crown must be won for Heaven , dear , In the battle - field of life : My child , though thy foes are strong and tried , He loveth the weak and small ; The angels of Heaven are on thy side ...
Pagina 23
... fear not , A table will be spread ; What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard - earned bread . Sow , while the earth is broken , For the hungry must be fed . Sow ; while the seeds are lying In the warm earth's bosom deep , And ...
... fear not , A table will be spread ; What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard - earned bread . Sow , while the earth is broken , For the hungry must be fed . Sow ; while the seeds are lying In the warm earth's bosom deep , And ...
Pagina 24
... the evening falleth , Withhold not thou thine hand . Sow tho ' the rock repel thee , In its cold and sterile pride ; Some cleft there may be riven , Where the little seed may hide . Fear not , for some will flourish , And , 24.
... the evening falleth , Withhold not thou thine hand . Sow tho ' the rock repel thee , In its cold and sterile pride ; Some cleft there may be riven , Where the little seed may hide . Fear not , for some will flourish , And , 24.
Pagina 25
George H. STRUTT. Fear not , for some will flourish , And , tho ' the tares abound , Like the willows by the waters Will the scattered grain be found . Work while the daylight lasteth , Ere the shades of night come on ; Ere the Lord of ...
George H. STRUTT. Fear not , for some will flourish , And , tho ' the tares abound , Like the willows by the waters Will the scattered grain be found . Work while the daylight lasteth , Ere the shades of night come on ; Ere the Lord of ...
Pagina 32
... fear an armed band ; One will fade as others greet thee Shadows passing through the land . Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain ; God will help thee for tomorrow , So each day begin again . Every hour ...
... fear an armed band ; One will fade as others greet thee Shadows passing through the land . Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain ; God will help thee for tomorrow , So each day begin again . Every hour ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
A. C. Swinburne Abba Father angels beauty beloved bless breast breath breeze bright Bulwer Lytton Charles Mackay clouds cold dark dead dear death deep divine dream earth evermore eyes fear flowers Frederick Tennyson Gerald Massey gleam gloom glory glow gold golden grave grief H. F. Lyte hand happy hath hear heart heaven Holytide hope hour kiss land leaves life's light lips lonely look Lord Lord Byron Lord Houghton love thee Miss Procter moon morn mountain neath never night o'er Owen Meredith pain pass rain rest rill Ring river rose round shade shadow shine sigh sing skies sleep smiles snow soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears Tennyson thine Thou art thought thro tomb tree voice wave weary weep wild Wild hopes wind winter youth
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Pagina 59 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 167 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Pagina 238 - That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 61 - The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.
Pagina 154 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Pagina 136 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Pagina 165 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Pagina 28 - THIS world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Pagina 164 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Pagina 137 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.