The tablets of the heart: poems, rhymes, and aphorisms, selected and arranged by F. LangbridgeFrederick Langbridge 1883 |
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... breath , To play in that favourite pantomime , " Harlequin Life and Death . " A hoary flowing wig his weird Unearthly cranium caps , He hangs a long benevolent beard On a pair of empty chaps . To smooth his ghastly features down The ...
... breath , To play in that favourite pantomime , " Harlequin Life and Death . " A hoary flowing wig his weird Unearthly cranium caps , He hangs a long benevolent beard On a pair of empty chaps . To smooth his ghastly features down The ...
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... breath , and spoke no word : There was none spoken ; but I heard The silence for a little space . Our mother bowed herself and wept ; And both my arms fell , and I said , " God knows I knew that she was dead . " And there , all white ...
... breath , and spoke no word : There was none spoken ; but I heard The silence for a little space . Our mother bowed herself and wept ; And both my arms fell , and I said , " God knows I knew that she was dead . " And there , all white ...
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... breath'd Spring we do not blame , Because as in the days of old The flow'rs peep forth the very same , Rosy and white and gold . We do not quarrel with the night Because upon our sins and jars She still rains down the same pure light Of ...
... breath'd Spring we do not blame , Because as in the days of old The flow'rs peep forth the very same , Rosy and white and gold . We do not quarrel with the night Because upon our sins and jars She still rains down the same pure light Of ...
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... breath , Smooth and sweet to gliding feet , Gliding over grim death ! Wonderful white Winter ! I will make a league with you ; You must know of want and woe , Tell me what I ought to do ! I must feed your little birds ? Shelter to the ...
... breath , Smooth and sweet to gliding feet , Gliding over grim death ! Wonderful white Winter ! I will make a league with you ; You must know of want and woe , Tell me what I ought to do ! I must feed your little birds ? Shelter to the ...
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... breath is a new delight ! While Yesterday sank , full soon , to rest , What a glorious sky ! -through the level west Pink clouds in a delicate greenish haze , Which deepen'd up into purple grays , With stars aloft as the light decreas'd ...
... breath is a new delight ! While Yesterday sank , full soon , to rest , What a glorious sky ! -through the level west Pink clouds in a delicate greenish haze , Which deepen'd up into purple grays , With stars aloft as the light decreas'd ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. C. SWINBURNE angels AUGUSTA WEBSTER beauty Bell bless blest bliss blossom breast breath bright C. S. CALVERLEY Chatto and Windus cheek child Christ Christmas cold COVENTRY PATMORE dark dead dear death doth dreams earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flowers FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE glad glory grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope JEAN INGELOW JOHN KEBLE kiss LEWIS MORRIS life's light lips live Longmans look Lord love's lover Macmillan merry morn MORTIMER COLLINS never night o'er P. J. BAILEY pain peace Poems Poetical rest ring ROBERT HERRICK rose round Routledge shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS GORDON HAKE THOMAS HOOD thou art thought unto voice weary wedding weep wind wwwwww XXII
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 147 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Seite 255 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 298 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Seite 289 - And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
Seite 23 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Seite 357 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Seite 144 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Seite 318 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night,— but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Seite 224 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair: But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 313 - Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead. Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.