Twilight hours, a legacy of verse, Nummer 344Strahan & Company, 1872 - 327 pagina's |
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Pagina xiii
... feel satisfied with art alone . If she delighted to detect the foibles of others , it was always in the most kindly and serious spirit that she exposed them . In spite of the occasional roughnesses , and abrupt transitions , which are ...
... feel satisfied with art alone . If she delighted to detect the foibles of others , it was always in the most kindly and serious spirit that she exposed them . In spite of the occasional roughnesses , and abrupt transitions , which are ...
Pagina xxiii
... feel me watching through their sleep , Let them not see mine eyes as those that weep ; Let me not bring to them one thought of pain , But calmly pass , like some far distant strain Of rugged music , borne on summer wind , God's air ...
... feel me watching through their sleep , Let them not see mine eyes as those that weep ; Let me not bring to them one thought of pain , But calmly pass , like some far distant strain Of rugged music , borne on summer wind , God's air ...
Pagina xxvii
... feel as if I had been starched . Miss Williams belongs to me , as never having had a sister , nor , for that matter , a brother . " She looks out on sea and sky , and notes how they have impressed her . The poet's mind can find sus ...
... feel as if I had been starched . Miss Williams belongs to me , as never having had a sister , nor , for that matter , a brother . " She looks out on sea and sky , and notes how they have impressed her . The poet's mind can find sus ...
Pagina xxx
... feeling masters him , instead of his mastering it — a possible beauty in the man , but a flaw in the artist . * Mr. Swinburne fails , if he does fail . from the opposite excess . I can fancy him really enjoying himself over his poetry ...
... feeling masters him , instead of his mastering it — a possible beauty in the man , but a flaw in the artist . * Mr. Swinburne fails , if he does fail . from the opposite excess . I can fancy him really enjoying himself over his poetry ...
Pagina xxxii
... feel a friend's hand in the dark , Then I am glad : if not , I am content To reverence in silence . " Here are a few touches of her love of children , and her conscious appreciation of their unconscious humour : - " Her song to ...
... feel a friend's hand in the dark , Then I am glad : if not , I am content To reverence in silence . " Here are a few touches of her love of children , and her conscious appreciation of their unconscious humour : - " Her song to ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Agnes Agnus Dei Andromache angel Baal birds blessing bliss breeze bright brother brow burning lake calm child Christ in heaven coast-guard crimson Crown 8vo cry to thee darkness dear death deep DOOM dream dumb evermore evil eyes fair fairy fear feet Finette flowers foolish song forward cast Gerôme Gloriana Good-bye Gregory hand hath hear heart Holy Father king kiss knew leaves light lips live look Lord love is dead LUDGATE HILL Margaret Minnie Connor moan morning mother mountain MOUNTAIN PASSES never night o'er pain pray PRYNNES rain repent rest RITORNELLO Saint Agnes SARAH TYTLER shadow shining sing sleep smile softly song sorrow and sighing soul sound of sunshine strange strife sweet tears tender tender song thine things thou hast thought twas twilight twill unto wait weary weep wind wonder words
Populaire passages
Pagina 106 - That the strongest wander farthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain, And the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain ? "I have many things to tell you, but ye cannot bear them now.
Pagina v - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Pagina 135 - Because Thou hast borne with me all this while, Hast smitten me with love until I weep, Hast called me as a mother calls her child — O Lord...
Pagina xiii - THE SONG OF THE CITY SPARROWS. WHEN the summer-time is ended, And the winter days are near ; When the bloom hath all departed With the childhood of the year ; When the martins and the swallows Flutter, cowardly, away, Then the people can remember That the sparrows always stay ; That, although we're plain and songless, And poor city birds are we, Yet, before the days of darkness We, the sparrows, never flee : But we hover round the window, And we peck against the pane, While we twitteringly tell them...
Pagina 49 - Heaven," your mother said softly. And Susie sighed "So far away!" — Tis nearer, Will, now to us all. It is strange how that fellow sleeps ! stranger still that his sleep should haunt me; If I could but command his face, to make sure of the lesser ill : I will crawl to his side and see, for what should there be to daunt me ? What there ? what there...
Pagina 136 - The darkness shall content my soul ;' •*• God said, ' Let there be light.' I said, 'The night shall see me reach my goal ;
Pagina 107 - Is it so, O Christ in heaven, that the fulness yet to come Is so glorious and so perfect, that to know would strike us dumb? That, if only for a moment, we could pierce beyond the sky With these poor dim eyes of mortals, we should just see God, and die? — " I have many things to show you, but ye cannot bear them now.
Pagina 47 - tis well, By the merry old games we played. There's a fellow asleep, the lout ! in the shade of the hillock yonder ; What a dog it must be to drowse in the midst of a time like this ! Why, the horses might neigh contempt at him ; what is he like, I wonder? If the smoke would but clear away, I have strength in me yet to hiss. Will, comrade and friend, We parted in hurry of battle ; All I heard Was your sonorous " Up, my men ! " Soon conquering paeans Shall cover the cannonade's rattle ; Then, home...
Pagina 300 - ARINER, what of the deep ? This of the deep : Twilight is there, and solemn, changeless calm; Beauty is there, and tender, healing balm, — Balm with no root in earth, or air, or sea ; Poised by the finger of God, it floateth free, And, as it...
Pagina 16 - And he answered — how well I can see him now, With the shade of the mountain across his brow ! — " There is never a longing the heart can know But a blessing shall fill it yet.