 The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit: Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy lute: Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And...  Southern Prose and Poetry for Schools - Seite 326von Edwin Mims - 1910 - 440 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Carl Holliday - 1908 - 276 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest: Merrily live, and long! 85 The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit: Thy grief, thy joy,...the fervor of thy lute ; Well may the stars be mute ! 40 Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers,... | |
 | Edwin Anderson Alderman, Joel Chandler Harris, Charles W. Kent - 1909 - 508 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal... | |
 | Hanson Hart Webster - 1909 - 480 Seiten
...the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ; Merrily live, and long ! The ecstasies above » With thy burning measures suit : Thy grief, thy joy,...sweets and sours ; Our flowers are merely — flowers, 26. The houris are nymphs of paradise, according to the Mohammedans, beautiful, immortal virgins who... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1909 - 104 Seiten
...ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes,...shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1909 - 104 Seiten
...ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — • Well may the stars be mute ! Yes,...flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfeft bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He... | |
 | Edwin Anderson Alderman, Joel Chandler Harris, Charles W. Kent - 1909 - 506 Seiten
...thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy luteWell may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1909 - 108 Seiten
...and, perhaps, one* who hymned the angel Israfel spoke wider truth than he knew: The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1909 - 392 Seiten
...the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! ^ Merrily live, and long I The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of- thy lute — Well may .the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this 40 Ts a world... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1909 - 148 Seiten
...and, perhaps, one* who hymned the angel Israfel spoke wider truth than he knew: The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit — Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute — Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1909 - 96 Seiten
...perhaps, one [EA Poe] who hymned the angel Israfel spoke wider truth than he knew : The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute : Well may the stars be mute ! Yes, Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets... | |
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