The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Količina 11889 |
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... round her shoulders , At her feet fallen an unused royal harp , Long silent , she too long silent , mourning her shrouded hope and heir , Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love . Yet a word ancient ...
... round her shoulders , At her feet fallen an unused royal harp , Long silent , she too long silent , mourning her shrouded hope and heir , Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love . Yet a word ancient ...
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... rounds upon a stock , a stone , a leaf , A moment , then exhales again to God . -Ibid , p . 40 . CONTENTMENT . The ... round of earth could stoop so low As to do homage there ? Yet , gentle seignior , The ideal you have loved is such a ...
... rounds upon a stock , a stone , a leaf , A moment , then exhales again to God . -Ibid , p . 40 . CONTENTMENT . The ... round of earth could stoop so low As to do homage there ? Yet , gentle seignior , The ideal you have loved is such a ...
Stran 39
... round the sovereign bloom ( quite near the rose ) The modest sisterhood — the little nuns Who veil their sweets in shade- the violets , Amid the gorgeous blushes of the court , Would grace perfume with blue - eyed beauty's peace , The ...
... round the sovereign bloom ( quite near the rose ) The modest sisterhood — the little nuns Who veil their sweets in shade- the violets , Amid the gorgeous blushes of the court , Would grace perfume with blue - eyed beauty's peace , The ...
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... round a wither'd thorn . Roses will throw me their blooms , " she said , 64 When winter is white on the tree ; Love will bring clusters when leaves are dead The vine's purple clusters to me . " But her rose - tree stands With roseless ...
... round a wither'd thorn . Roses will throw me their blooms , " she said , 64 When winter is white on the tree ; Love will bring clusters when leaves are dead The vine's purple clusters to me . " But her rose - tree stands With roseless ...
Stran 42
... round its roots , that it be green of heart ; Let not the spirit of its growth depart : It is a power to brave the strongest gale . LOVE . Love must be first and last , the part , the whole ; Must fill the human void as ocean fills Its ...
... round its roots , that it be green of heart ; Let not the spirit of its growth depart : It is a power to brave the strongest gale . LOVE . Love must be first and last , the part , the whole ; Must fill the human void as ocean fills Its ...
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Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 103 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Stran 103 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire...
Stran 21 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Stran 22 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Stran 21 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Stran 400 - And inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me...
Stran 116 - True worth is in being, not seeming; In doing each day that goes by. Some little good — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness. And spite of the fancies of youth. There's nothing so kingly as kindness. And nothing so royal as truth.
Stran 371 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Stran 58 - (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth). " The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe, The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne Go sailing uppe the market-place.
Stran 372 - You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not...