The Book of SorrowH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1916 - 500 Seiten |
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ANDREW MACPHAIL angels Annabel Lee beauty bliss blow boys breast breath bright child CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI cold DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dead dear Death deep doth dream dust earth EMILY BRONTË eternal eyes face fair fall fear feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers fold gone grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven hour JOHN kiss leave life's light lips live look LORD TENNYSON moon morning mother mourn never night o'er pain pale peace poor prayer rest ROBERT HERRICK rose ROSSETTI round shadow shalt shroud sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS EDWARD BROWN thou art thou hast thought Timor Mortis conturbat to-night tomb unto voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weary weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind
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Seite 431 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Seite 323 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Seite 422 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Seite 33 - 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 3 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 395 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child. In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Seite 30 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Seite 329 - Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Seite 50 - 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...
Seite 134 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.