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Pagina 34
... doors and out , summer and winter , Mirth . Leigh Hunt ( 1784-1859 ) . WHAT ART THOU , MIGHTY ONE ! AND WHERE THY SEAT ? WHAT art thou , Mighty One ! and where thy seat ? Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands , And thou dost ...
... doors and out , summer and winter , Mirth . Leigh Hunt ( 1784-1859 ) . WHAT ART THOU , MIGHTY ONE ! AND WHERE THY SEAT ? WHAT art thou , Mighty One ! and where thy seat ? Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands , And thou dost ...
Pagina 43
... door , Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead , Which , though more splendid , may not please him more ; So Nature deals with us , and takes away Our playthings one by one , and by the hand Leads us to ...
... door , Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead , Which , though more splendid , may not please him more ; So Nature deals with us , and takes away Our playthings one by one , and by the hand Leads us to ...
Pagina 44
... door A laborer , pausing in the dust and heat , Lay down his burden , and with reverent feet Enter , and cross himself , and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud ...
... door A laborer , pausing in the dust and heat , Lay down his burden , and with reverent feet Enter , and cross himself , and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud ...
Pagina 50
... door Of individual life , I shall command The uses of my soul , nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before , Without the sense of that which I forbore Thy touch upon the palm . The widest land Doom takes to part us , leaves thy ...
... door Of individual life , I shall command The uses of my soul , nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before , Without the sense of that which I forbore Thy touch upon the palm . The widest land Doom takes to part us , leaves thy ...
Pagina 52
... choicest seats Of art , abiding Nature's majesty ; And the broad sea beyond , in calm or rage Chainless alike , and teaching Liberty . Arthur Henry Hallam ( 1811-1833 ) . PARTED LOVE METHINKS I have passed through some dreadful door 52.
... choicest seats Of art , abiding Nature's majesty ; And the broad sea beyond , in calm or rage Chainless alike , and teaching Liberty . Arthur Henry Hallam ( 1811-1833 ) . PARTED LOVE METHINKS I have passed through some dreadful door 52.
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Pagina 13 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Pagina 24 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Pagina 14 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 97 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Pagina 9 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 23 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Pagina 21 - Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Pagina 12 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Pagina 21 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Pagina 21 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.