A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of VictoriaEdmund Clarence Stedman |
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... LIFE . 20 A PROPHECY 14 THE BLOOD HORSE 21 COWSLIPS 14 SIT DOWN , SAD SOUL 21 WRINKLES 14 GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE 21 ADVICE 14 A POET'S THOUGHT 22 HOW TO READ ME 14 A PETITION TO TIME . 22 22 22 32 255 25 26 26 27 27 38.
... LIFE . 20 A PROPHECY 14 THE BLOOD HORSE 21 COWSLIPS 14 SIT DOWN , SAD SOUL 21 WRINKLES 14 GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE 21 ADVICE 14 A POET'S THOUGHT 22 HOW TO READ ME 14 A PETITION TO TIME . 22 22 22 32 255 25 26 26 27 27 38.
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... GOLDEN TEXT STANDING ON TIPTOE WHAT MATTERS IT Jøabella Balancey Crawford THE CANOE THE AXE THE WERE - WOLVES ... GOLDEN BIRCH . 658 645 Archibald Lampman · 646 646 HEAT 659 BETWEEN THE RAPIDS 659 A FORECAST 660 THE LOONS 661 646 THE ...
... GOLDEN TEXT STANDING ON TIPTOE WHAT MATTERS IT Jøabella Balancey Crawford THE CANOE THE AXE THE WERE - WOLVES ... GOLDEN BIRCH . 658 645 Archibald Lampman · 646 646 HEAT 659 BETWEEN THE RAPIDS 659 A FORECAST 660 THE LOONS 661 646 THE ...
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... GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE SING , I pray , a little song , Mother dear ! Neither sad nor very long : It is for a little maid , Golden - tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry , merry ear , Mother dear ! Let it be a merry strain ...
... GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE SING , I pray , a little song , Mother dear ! Neither sad nor very long : It is for a little maid , Golden - tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry , merry ear , Mother dear ! Let it be a merry strain ...
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... golden worth From the Poet's heart . A PETITION TO TIME TOUCH us gently , Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently , - -as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream . Humble voyagers are We , Husband , wife , and children three- ( One ...
... golden worth From the Poet's heart . A PETITION TO TIME TOUCH us gently , Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently , - -as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream . Humble voyagers are We , Husband , wife , and children three- ( One ...
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... golden lilies with the lance ! upon them A thousand spurs are striking deep , a thou- sand spears in rest , A thousand knights are pressing close be- hind the snow - white crest ; And in they burst , and on they rush'd , while , like a ...
... golden lilies with the lance ! upon them A thousand spurs are striking deep , a thou- sand spears in rest , A thousand knights are pressing close be- hind the snow - white crest ; And in they burst , and on they rush'd , while , like a ...
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Page 174 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Page 226 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 197 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Page 155 - O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE" Longum illud tempus, quum non era, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum. — Cicero, Ad Att., xii: 18. O 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.
Page 226 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 197 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,1 And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Page 526 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 199 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 212 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 226 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.