Latter-day Lyrics: Being Poems of Sentiment and Reflection by Living WritersChatto & Windus, 1878 - 388 páginas |
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... meet . Nor will they wither : neither heat Nor chill of passing Time can cheat The world of their rare fragrancy , O thou most dear . Nor will Time banish Love , or greet Thy charms with shadow of defeat : They bud and bloom , and still ...
... meet . Nor will they wither : neither heat Nor chill of passing Time can cheat The world of their rare fragrancy , O thou most dear . Nor will Time banish Love , or greet Thy charms with shadow of defeat : They bud and bloom , and still ...
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... meet , Entereth the slumbering city , Stealeth down the silent street ; Lingereth round some battered doorway , Leaves unblest some portal grand , And the walls , where sleep the children , Toucheth , with his warm young hand . Love is ...
... meet , Entereth the slumbering city , Stealeth down the silent street ; Lingereth round some battered doorway , Leaves unblest some portal grand , And the walls , where sleep the children , Toucheth , with his warm young hand . Love is ...
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... meet too soon , or meet too late : Still wear , as best you may , the chain Your own hands forged about your fate , Who could not wait ! II . What you had given your life away Before you found what most life misses ? Forsworn the bridal ...
... meet too soon , or meet too late : Still wear , as best you may , the chain Your own hands forged about your fate , Who could not wait ! II . What you had given your life away Before you found what most life misses ? Forsworn the bridal ...
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... of our banishment , Amazed meet ; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry . COVENTRY PATMORE . “ THE PITY OF IT . " GOF OUR love A FAREWell . 23.
... of our banishment , Amazed meet ; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry . COVENTRY PATMORE . “ THE PITY OF IT . " GOF OUR love A FAREWell . 23.
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... Meet for love's regal dalmatic , Oh what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor heart's , ere the wanderer went on , - Love to be saved for it , proffered to , spent on ! ROBERT BROWNING . ILICET . @HEN first the rose - light creeps into XX ...
... Meet for love's regal dalmatic , Oh what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor heart's , ere the wanderer went on , - Love to be saved for it , proffered to , spent on ! ROBERT BROWNING . ILICET . @HEN first the rose - light creeps into XX ...
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Latter-day Lyrics: Being Poems of Sentiment and Reflection by Living Writers William Davenport Adams,Austin Dobson Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
Latter-Day Lyrics, Being Poems of Sentiment and Reflection by Living Writers William Davenport Adams Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
alez ALFRED TENNYSON AUSTIN DOBSON Ballade beauty bird bliss bloom blossoms blow blue breath bright CHANT ROYAL charm CHRISTINA ROSSETTI DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dead dear Death doth dream earth EDWARD DOWDEN Envoi eyes F. W. BOURDILLON fade faint fair falling rose feet flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE French glows golden green grow hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN PAYNE kiss leaves life's light lips lonely Lord love thee Love's lyric MATTHEW ARNOLD morning murmur never night o'er pain pass poem poet refrain rhymes RONDEAU Rondel shadow shore sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit Spring star summer sweet THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things must end thou art thought to-day tree Triolet Vine-god sing VIRELAI voice weary whispering wild WILLIAM BELL SCOTT wind wings woods words writers
Pasajes populares
Página 28 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Página 142 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he, who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
Página 193 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; An^ we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 112 - The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve. How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
Página 192 - DOVER BEACH The sea is calm tonight, The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 149 - Ah! when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.
Página 162 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 22 - With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposed paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There's any hope, it is so far away. But, O, my Best, When the one darling of our widowhead, The nursling Grief, Is dead, And no dews blur our eyes To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies, Perchance we may, Where now this night is day, And even...
Página 172 - With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone, The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour— Oh ! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent ; For surely once, they...
Página 265 - COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee. Do thou With courtesy receive him : rise and bow : And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave, Then lay before him all thou hast. Allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality, no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate Thy soul's marmoreal calmness.