The New Poetical ReaderJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 pàgines |
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Pàgina 18
... and went to live in Heaven . I cannot tell what form is his , what looks he weareth now , Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph brow . The thoughts that fill his sinless soul , the bliss 18 The New Poetical Reader .
... and went to live in Heaven . I cannot tell what form is his , what looks he weareth now , Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph brow . The thoughts that fill his sinless soul , the bliss 18 The New Poetical Reader .
Pàgina 19
John Charles Curtis. The thoughts that fill his sinless soul , the bliss which he doth feel , Are numbered with the ... souls from bliss may sever , But if our own poor faith fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what our ...
John Charles Curtis. The thoughts that fill his sinless soul , the bliss which he doth feel , Are numbered with the ... souls from bliss may sever , But if our own poor faith fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what our ...
Pàgina 20
... soul that takes , But yields not on again , Is so a link that breaks In Heaven's love - made chain . LINES ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . - Cowper . O THAT those lips had language ! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I ...
... soul that takes , But yields not on again , Is so a link that breaks In Heaven's love - made chain . LINES ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . - Cowper . O THAT those lips had language ! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I ...
Pàgina 21
... souls can weep in bliss- Ah , that maternal smile ! it answers - Yes . I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a ...
... souls can weep in bliss- Ah , that maternal smile ! it answers - Yes . I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a ...
Pàgina 34
... soul that blush'd Before an elder's look : Yet from its equals in the game No tyranny could brook : - That spoke ... souls for love more free : For the truth.ul days of Childhood May ne'er return to me . -Alas for hands that then we ...
... soul that blush'd Before an elder's look : Yet from its equals in the game No tyranny could brook : - That spoke ... souls for love more free : For the truth.ul days of Childhood May ne'er return to me . -Alas for hands that then we ...
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Pàgina 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pàgina 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Pàgina 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Pàgina 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Pàgina 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Pàgina 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Pàgina 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Pàgina 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Pàgina 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Pàgina 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...