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Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. Lear Five minutes daily readings Volledige weergave - 1882 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angels bear beauty bird blessed breath bright calm child Church clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feel flowers friends give gone grace grave grief grow hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy hope hour keep King leaves light live look Lord March mind morning mother nature never night o'er once pain passed peace poor praise rest rose round shine sigh silence sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars strong sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro tree true truth turn voice waves weep wind wings youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 205 - 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...
Pagina 66 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Pagina 219 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Pagina 102 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Pagina 120 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Pagina 27 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Pagina 76 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Pagina 215 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Pagina 118 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Pagina 127 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | Five minutes daily readings of poetry, selected by H.L.S. Lear |
| Auteur | Five minutes daily readings |
| Redacteur | Henrietta Louisa Lear |
| Editie | 2 |
| Uitgever | Rivingtons, 1884 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Oxford University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 27 sep 2006 |
| Lengte | 391 pagina's |
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