The Oxford Treasury of English Literature: Jacobean to VictorianClarendon Press, 1908 |
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... feel strange thoughts , and such things see That were , or seemed , only revealed to me . There saw I all the world enjoyed by one ; There was I in the world myself alone ; No business serious seemed but one ; no work But one was found ...
... feel strange thoughts , and such things see That were , or seemed , only revealed to me . There saw I all the world enjoyed by one ; There was I in the world myself alone ; No business serious seemed but one ; no work But one was found ...
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... feel 100 110 120 Torment within me , as from the hateful siege Of contraries ; all good to me becomes . Bane , and in Heaven much worse would be my state . But neither here seek I , no , nor in Heaven , To dwell , unless by mastering ...
... feel 100 110 120 Torment within me , as from the hateful siege Of contraries ; all good to me becomes . Bane , and in Heaven much worse would be my state . But neither here seek I , no , nor in Heaven , To dwell , unless by mastering ...
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... feel thy power Within me clear , not only to discern Things in their causes , but to trace the ways Of highest agents , deemed however wise . Queen of this Universe , do not believe Those rigid threats of death . Ye shall not die . How ...
... feel thy power Within me clear , not only to discern Things in their causes , but to trace the ways Of highest agents , deemed however wise . Queen of this Universe , do not believe Those rigid threats of death . Ye shall not die . How ...
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Would never from my heart . No , no ! I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state Mine never shall be parted , bliss or woe . ' So having said , as one from sad dismay Recomforted ...
Would never from my heart . No , no ! I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state Mine never shall be parted , bliss or woe . ' So having said , as one from sad dismay Recomforted ...
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... feel The bond of Nature draw me to my own ; My own in thee ; for what thou art is mine . Our state cannot be severed ; we are one , One flesh ; to lose thee were to lose myself . ' So Adam , and thus Eve to him replied : - ' O glorious ...
... feel The bond of Nature draw me to my own ; My own in thee ; for what thou art is mine . Our state cannot be severed ; we are one , One flesh ; to lose thee were to lose myself . ' So Adam , and thus Eve to him replied : - ' O glorious ...
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Seite 248 - The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Seite 397 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 405 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring...
Seite 405 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Seite 246 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Seite 221 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 235 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 245 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
Seite 403 - Our little systems have their day, They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Seite 256 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.