The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & Poets, Made by the Poet Laureate in 1915 & Dedicated by Gracious Permission to His Majesty the KingLongmans, Green, 1916 - 336 Seiten |
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... were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes , how they run : Failure How many make the hour full complete , How.
... were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes , how they run : Failure How many make the hour full complete , How.
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... hour full complete , How many hours bring about the day , How many days will finish up the year , How many years a mortal man may live.— When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours ...
... hour full complete , How many hours bring about the day , How many days will finish up the year , How many years a mortal man may live.— When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours ...
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... hour . . it spoke to thee things unspeakable , that went to thy soul's soul . Strong was he that had a Church , —what we can call a Church he stood thereby , though in the center of Immensities in the conflux of Eternities ' , yet ...
... hour . . it spoke to thee things unspeakable , that went to thy soul's soul . Strong was he that had a Church , —what we can call a Church he stood thereby , though in the center of Immensities in the conflux of Eternities ' , yet ...
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... , The lightest wind was in its nest , The tempest in its home . The whispering waves were half asleep , The clouds were gone to play , And on the bosom of the deep The smile of Heaven lay ; Autumn Quiet It seemed as if the hour were one.
... , The lightest wind was in its nest , The tempest in its home . The whispering waves were half asleep , The clouds were gone to play , And on the bosom of the deep The smile of Heaven lay ; Autumn Quiet It seemed as if the hour were one.
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... hour were one Sent from beyond the skies , Which scattered from above the sun A light of Paradise . We paused amid the pines that stood The giants of the waste , Tortured by storms to shapes as rude As serpents interlaced , And soothed ...
... hour were one Sent from beyond the skies , Which scattered from above the sun A light of Paradise . We paused amid the pines that stood The giants of the waste , Tortured by storms to shapes as rude As serpents interlaced , And soothed ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achaia Anchises Art thou beauty behold beneath bien birds blue air born breath bright brown nightjar c'est city of Death cloud courant électrique dark dead dear death deep delight Dieu divine dost doth dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate hither hope human Ideal Love immortal Kirconnell kiss light live look Lord lovers Lycidas man's mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain Peter the deacon pleasure praise Priam qu'il SEASON of mists shadows sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring Stoicism sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto vienne virtue voice wandering waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings wisdom youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 69 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Seite 199 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Seite 187 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 197 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Seite 13 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Seite 183 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 151 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.