A New Library of Poetry and Song, Band 2Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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... Lord Is he who pities the lost , like him ! " " Amen ! " I said to the beautiful myth ; “ Sing , bird of God , in my heart as well ; Each good thought is a drop wherewith To cool and lessen the fires of hell . " Prayers of love like ...
... Lord Is he who pities the lost , like him ! " " Amen ! " I said to the beautiful myth ; “ Sing , bird of God , in my heart as well ; Each good thought is a drop wherewith To cool and lessen the fires of hell . " Prayers of love like ...
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... Lord James's bugle - horn Sound by the rocky shore . Then down we went , a hundred knights , All in our dark array , And flung our armor in the ships That rode within the bay . We spoke not as the shore grew less , But gazed in silence ...
... Lord James's bugle - horn Sound by the rocky shore . Then down we went , a hundred knights , All in our dark array , And flung our armor in the ships That rode within the bay . We spoke not as the shore grew less , But gazed in silence ...
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... Lord James , " T is ours once more to ride , Nor force of man , nor craft of fiend , Shall cleave me from thy side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee ...
... Lord James , " T is ours once more to ride , Nor force of man , nor craft of fiend , Shall cleave me from thy side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee ...
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... Lord James , " Thou kind and true St. Clair ! An ' if I may not bring thee off , I'll die beside thee there ! " Then in his stirrups up he stood , So lion - like and bold , And held the precious heart aloft All in its case of gold . He ...
... Lord James , " Thou kind and true St. Clair ! An ' if I may not bring thee off , I'll die beside thee there ! " Then in his stirrups up he stood , So lion - like and bold , And held the precious heart aloft All in its case of gold . He ...
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... Lord . Though hidden now from all our eyes , He sees the Gideon who shall rise To save us , and his word . As true as God's own word is true , Not earth or hell with all their crew Against us shall prevail . A jest and by - word are ...
... Lord . Though hidden now from all our eyes , He sees the Gideon who shall rise To save us , and his word . As true as God's own word is true , Not earth or hell with all their crew Against us shall prevail . A jest and by - word are ...
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Seite 555 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean ! — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain¡; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore : — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
Seite 622 - 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.
Seite 780 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 655 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Seite 444 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Seite 594 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 555 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and...
Seite 662 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 791 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 530 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...