The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & Poets, Made by the Poet Laureate in 1915 & Dedicated by Gracious Permission to His Majesty the KingLongmans, Green, 1916 - 336 páginas |
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... telling of and I saw that all the objects of my desire and fear were in themselves nothing good nor bad , save in so far as the mind was affected by them ; I at length deter- mined to search out whether there were not something truly ...
... telling of and I saw that all the objects of my desire and fear were in themselves nothing good nor bad , save in so far as the mind was affected by them ; I at length deter- mined to search out whether there were not something truly ...
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... tell : Second Faun . I have heard those more skilled in spirits say , The bubbles , which the enchantment of the sun Sucks from the pale faint water - flowers that pave The oozy bottom of clear lakes and pools , Are the pavilions where ...
... tell : Second Faun . I have heard those more skilled in spirits say , The bubbles , which the enchantment of the sun Sucks from the pale faint water - flowers that pave The oozy bottom of clear lakes and pools , Are the pavilions where ...
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... tell you , Kěbes , that when I was young I had a marvellous appetite for that branch of philosophy which they call Natural Science ; for I thought it must be splendid to know the causes of things , what it is that makes each thing come ...
... tell you , Kěbes , that when I was young I had a marvellous appetite for that branch of philosophy which they call Natural Science ; for I thought it must be splendid to know the causes of things , what it is that makes each thing come ...
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... tell what He is . 44 O LORD , Thou hast searchèd me out and known me , Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising , Thou understandest my thoughts afar . Thou discernest my path and my bed , and art acquainted with all my ways . For ...
... tell what He is . 44 O LORD , Thou hast searchèd me out and known me , Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising , Thou understandest my thoughts afar . Thou discernest my path and my bed , and art acquainted with all my ways . For ...
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... tell them , they are more in number than the sand . My spirit awaketh , and still I am with Thee . . . Try me , O God , and seek the ground of my heart ; prove me and examine my thoughts . Look well if there be any way of sorrow in me ...
... tell them , they are more in number than the sand . My spirit awaketh , and still I am with Thee . . . Try me , O God , and seek the ground of my heart ; prove me and examine my thoughts . Look well if there be any way of sorrow in me ...
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The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers ... Robert Bridges Sin vista previa disponible - 1934 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Achaia Anchises Art thou beauty behold beneath bien birds blue air born breath bright brown nightjar c'est city of Death cloud courant électrique dark dead dear death deep delight Dieu divine dost doth dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate hither hope human Ideal Love immortal Kirconnell kiss light live look Lord lovers Lycidas man's mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain Peter the deacon pleasure praise Priam qu'il SEASON of mists shadows sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring Stoicism sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto vienne virtue voice wandering waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings wisdom youth
Pasajes populares
Página 69 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 199 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Página 187 - 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.
Página 197 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Página 13 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 183 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 151 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.