Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 5±Ç1858 |
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... face to face , Then only would Arminius greet The renegade's embrace . The canker of Rome's guilt shall be Upon his dying name ; And as he lived in slavery , So shall be fall in shame . THE POWER OF SONG . Translated from the German of ...
... face to face , Then only would Arminius greet The renegade's embrace . The canker of Rome's guilt shall be Upon his dying name ; And as he lived in slavery , So shall be fall in shame . THE POWER OF SONG . Translated from the German of ...
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... face , These Godkins of the sky Smile , as she glides in loveliness ; While every heart beats high With passion , and breaks forth to bless Her loftier divinity . It is a smile worth worlds to win- So full of love , so void of sin , The ...
... face , These Godkins of the sky Smile , as she glides in loveliness ; While every heart beats high With passion , and breaks forth to bless Her loftier divinity . It is a smile worth worlds to win- So full of love , so void of sin , The ...
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... face . E. B. BROWNING . DANTE . Who wove his web And thrust it into hell , and drew it forth Immortal , having burn'd all that could burn , And leaving only what shall still be found Untouch'd , nor with the smell of fire upon it ...
... face . E. B. BROWNING . DANTE . Who wove his web And thrust it into hell , and drew it forth Immortal , having burn'd all that could burn , And leaving only what shall still be found Untouch'd , nor with the smell of fire upon it ...
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... face , New meaning every hour I see . Time , Time will seam and blanch my brow , Well , I shall sit with aged men , And my good glass will tell me how " A grisly beard becomes me then . And should no foul dishonour lie Upon my head when ...
... face , New meaning every hour I see . Time , Time will seam and blanch my brow , Well , I shall sit with aged men , And my good glass will tell me how " A grisly beard becomes me then . And should no foul dishonour lie Upon my head when ...
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Beautiful poetry. WOMEN AND CHILDREN . By FREDERICK TENNYSON . OH ! if no faces were beheld on earth , But toiling manhood , and repining age , No welcome eyes of innocence and mirth To look upon us kindly , who would wage The gloomy ...
Beautiful poetry. WOMEN AND CHILDREN . By FREDERICK TENNYSON . OH ! if no faces were beheld on earth , But toiling manhood , and repining age , No welcome eyes of innocence and mirth To look upon us kindly , who would wage The gloomy ...
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beauty beneath bird bless blue breast breath bright brow Brown child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hope hour kiss land leaves lies light lips live look moon morning mountain nature never night o'er once pass past poem poor rest rise rose round scene shade shadow shine side sight silent sing sits sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars strange stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees voice wander waters wave weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
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159 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
384 ÆäÀÌÁö - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
383 ÆäÀÌÁö - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
383 ÆäÀÌÁö - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.