A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volume 1Edmund Clarence Stedman |
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... HOPE IS HIGH So SWEET LOVE SEEMED 439 439 • 419 • ASIAN BIRDS 439 420 420 · Arthur O'Shaughnessy 421 THE FAIR MAID AND THE SUN 440 · 422 422 HAS SUMMER COME WITHOUT THE ROSE ? 441 AT HER GRAVE . 441 · 425 SILENCES • SAPPHO ( from " On ...
... HOPE IS HIGH So SWEET LOVE SEEMED 439 439 • 419 • ASIAN BIRDS 439 420 420 · Arthur O'Shaughnessy 421 THE FAIR MAID AND THE SUN 440 · 422 422 HAS SUMMER COME WITHOUT THE ROSE ? 441 AT HER GRAVE . 441 · 425 SILENCES • SAPPHO ( from " On ...
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... hope The fruit of love that grows for me but here . " He spake ; and pluck'd it from its pliant stem . " Impatient Rhaicos ! Why thus intercept The answer I would give ? There is a bee Whom I have fed , a bee who knows my thoughts And ...
... hope The fruit of love that grows for me but here . " He spake ; and pluck'd it from its pliant stem . " Impatient Rhaicos ! Why thus intercept The answer I would give ? There is a bee Whom I have fed , a bee who knows my thoughts And ...
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... Hope , One vile , the other vain ; One's scourge , the other's telescope , I shall not see again : Rather what lies before my feet My notice shall engage . He who hath brav'd Youth's dizzy heat Dreads not the frost of Age . ROSE AYLMER ...
... Hope , One vile , the other vain ; One's scourge , the other's telescope , I shall not see again : Rather what lies before my feet My notice shall engage . He who hath brav'd Youth's dizzy heat Dreads not the frost of Age . ROSE AYLMER ...
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... Hope ! Hope ! few ever cherish'd thee so little ; Few are the heads thou hast so rarely rais'd ; But thou didst promise this , and all was well . For we are fond of thinking where to lie When every pulse hath ceas'd , when the lone ...
... Hope ! Hope ! few ever cherish'd thee so little ; Few are the heads thou hast so rarely rais'd ; But thou didst promise this , and all was well . For we are fond of thinking where to lie When every pulse hath ceas'd , when the lone ...
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... hope no more ; Nor hope I what I hop'd before : But let not this last wish be vain ; Deceive , deceive me once again ! IANTHE'S TROUBLES YOUR pleasures spring like daisies in the grass , Cut down and up again as blithe as ever ; From ...
... hope no more ; Nor hope I what I hop'd before : But let not this last wish be vain ; Deceive , deceive me once again ! IANTHE'S TROUBLES YOUR pleasures spring like daisies in the grass , Cut down and up again as blithe as ever ; From ...
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Page 57 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Page 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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Page 153 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.