Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 páginas |
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... pass from land to land ; Kind letters , that betray the heart's deep history , In which we feel the pressure of a hand , One touch of fire , and all the rest is mystery ! — The pleasant books , that silently among Our household ...
... pass from land to land ; Kind letters , that betray the heart's deep history , In which we feel the pressure of a hand , One touch of fire , and all the rest is mystery ! — The pleasant books , that silently among Our household ...
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... passing into apparent darkness and oblivion , are suddenly lifted up and comforted . Even that most dismal of all ... pass , the sight of these mouldering stones behind the iron railings , and the green rank grass , makes our hearts ...
... passing into apparent darkness and oblivion , are suddenly lifted up and comforted . Even that most dismal of all ... pass , the sight of these mouldering stones behind the iron railings , and the green rank grass , makes our hearts ...
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... passing away of a little child in the first dawn of life , or a young man or woman taken in the glowing bloom of youth , or the more mature companion of our later years , there is the same undefinable glow of hope and aspiration , and ...
... passing away of a little child in the first dawn of life , or a young man or woman taken in the glowing bloom of youth , or the more mature companion of our later years , there is the same undefinable glow of hope and aspiration , and ...
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... passing away of those who are young and beautiful in the bloom of years : - There is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside , howsoe'er defended , But has one vacant chair ! The air is ...
... passing away of those who are young and beautiful in the bloom of years : - There is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside , howsoe'er defended , But has one vacant chair ! The air is ...
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... pass to notice that ex- ceptional combination which constitutes Tenny- son's special strength . If I were asked what are Tennyson's chief characteristics , I should reply , Ist . His depth and sobriety of thought . 2nd . His wide ...
... pass to notice that ex- ceptional combination which constitutes Tenny- son's special strength . If I were asked what are Tennyson's chief characteristics , I should reply , Ist . His depth and sobriety of thought . 2nd . His wide ...
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Página 248 - Earth has not anything to show more fair ! Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty. This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning : silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples, lie Open unto the fields and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Página 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Página 275 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 237 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ; The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.