The Rugbæan1850 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 25.
8. lappuse
... thee worded spells to play Upon the human heart as on a harp ; Shall dower thy mind with thoughts , like streaks of light In darken'd rooms , to win the jarring world . On Tuesday , the 19th , was the last Big Side Hare and Hounds Run ...
... thee worded spells to play Upon the human heart as on a harp ; Shall dower thy mind with thoughts , like streaks of light In darken'd rooms , to win the jarring world . On Tuesday , the 19th , was the last Big Side Hare and Hounds Run ...
20. lappuse
... thee . * Chatterton . + Keats . Shelley . The hollow winds that moan in tune to sorrow , As through the bare branch'd trees they blow , Will sing tho same song thoughtlessly to morrow ; It is their way ; they heed not woe . Earth has no ...
... thee . * Chatterton . + Keats . Shelley . The hollow winds that moan in tune to sorrow , As through the bare branch'd trees they blow , Will sing tho same song thoughtlessly to morrow ; It is their way ; they heed not woe . Earth has no ...
33. lappuse
... thee and thine , And a health to thee Tom Moore . BYRON . To the prevailing thoughtfulness of British poetry , the vivacious brilliancy of Moore is a striking contrast . We are seldom permitted by him to realize the poem , so much more ...
... thee and thine , And a health to thee Tom Moore . BYRON . To the prevailing thoughtfulness of British poetry , the vivacious brilliancy of Moore is a striking contrast . We are seldom permitted by him to realize the poem , so much more ...
37. lappuse
... thee , my precious one ! life's tide is ebbing fast , And o'er thy once all joyous face death's sickly hue is cast . Thy bright blue eye hath lost its ray , thy voice its buoy- ant tone , And like a flower the storm has crushed , thou ...
... thee , my precious one ! life's tide is ebbing fast , And o'er thy once all joyous face death's sickly hue is cast . Thy bright blue eye hath lost its ray , thy voice its buoy- ant tone , And like a flower the storm has crushed , thou ...
38. lappuse
... thee from my view , And I , my weary path of life , shall , reft of thee , pursue ; My early love has long since fled : now God hath taken thee , My only and my dearest , to his eternity . There are times when the body's disdainful lord ...
... thee from my view , And I , my weary path of life , shall , reft of thee , pursue ; My early love has long since fled : now God hath taken thee , My only and my dearest , to his eternity . There are times when the body's disdainful lord ...
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26. lappuse - And all killing insects and gnawing worms, And things of obscene and unlovely forms, She bore in a basket of Indian woof, Into the rough woods far aloof, In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full, The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects, whose intent, Although they did ill, was innocent.
57. lappuse - Labour's fair child, that languishes with wealth? Go then! and see them rising with the sun, Through a long course of daily toil to run; See them beneath the dog-star's raging heat, When the knees tremble and the temples beat ; Behold them, leaning on their scythes, look o'er The labour past, and toils to come explore; See them alternate suns and showers engage, And hoard up aches and anguish for their age...
41. lappuse - Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain — She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and faith. But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place; She is the second, not the first.
70. lappuse - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
57. lappuse - ... their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning, — though my clerk agreed, If fate should call him, Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill, although...
31. lappuse - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
41. lappuse - HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
31. lappuse - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
110. lappuse - Men slander thee, my honest friend, And call thee in their pride, An emblem of their fickleness, Thou ever faithful guide. Each weak, unstable human mind A " weathercock " they call ; And thus, unthinkingly, mankind Abuse thee, one and all. They have no right to make thy name A by-word for their deeds : — They change their friends, their principles, Their fashions, and their creeds ; Whilst thou...
148. lappuse - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death...