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... hear and see , and smile at in their sleep - into closest contact with true greatness , earnest longings , noble purity and strength , pas- sionate or tender love of beauty . These will not , cannot fail to keep alive within their ...
... hear and see , and smile at in their sleep - into closest contact with true greatness , earnest longings , noble purity and strength , pas- sionate or tender love of beauty . These will not , cannot fail to keep alive within their ...
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... cruel crawling foam , The cruel hungry foam , To her grave beside the sea . But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home , Across the sands o ' Dee . B The Three Fishers . See p . 95 . THREE STUDIES IN ENGLISH. ...
... cruel crawling foam , The cruel hungry foam , To her grave beside the sea . But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home , Across the sands o ' Dee . B The Three Fishers . See p . 95 . THREE STUDIES IN ENGLISH. ...
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... hear their father sigh ? Now they look abroad to see , Now return and weep for me . " Pitying , I dropp'd a tear ; But I saw a glow - worm near , Who replied , " What wailing wight Calls the watchmen of the night ? " I am set to light ...
... hear their father sigh ? Now they look abroad to see , Now return and weep for me . " Pitying , I dropp'd a tear ; But I saw a glow - worm near , Who replied , " What wailing wight Calls the watchmen of the night ? " I am set to light ...
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... hears the bells , through the night's stillness , break out into their welcome of the new year . RING out , wild bells , to the wild sky , The flying cloud , the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out , wild bells ...
... hears the bells , through the night's stillness , break out into their welcome of the new year . RING out , wild bells , to the wild sky , The flying cloud , the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out , wild bells ...
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... hear the bellows roar , And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing - floor . He goes on Sunday to the church , And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach ; He hears his daughter's voice Singing ...
... hear the bellows roar , And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing - floor . He goes on Sunday to the church , And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach ; He hears his daughter's voice Singing ...
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Page 117 - 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.
Page 121 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? \ Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 85 - ... 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.
Page 121 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Page 106 - Amen" the other: As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen" When they did say "God bless us!
Page 5 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 21 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 88 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought...
Page 14 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Page 132 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years