The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers & Poets, Made by the Poet Laureate in 1915 & Dedicated by Gracious Permission to His Majesty the KingLongmans, Green, 1916 - 336 pages |
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... sorrows , happy even in the death of our beloved who fall in the fight ; for they die nobly , as heroes and saints die , with hearts and hands unstained by hatred or wrong . CONTENTS BOOK I. Nos . 1–65 . Dissatisfaction - Retirement.
... sorrows , happy even in the death of our beloved who fall in the fight ; for they die nobly , as heroes and saints die , with hearts and hands unstained by hatred or wrong . CONTENTS BOOK I. Nos . 1–65 . Dissatisfaction - Retirement.
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... pleasure , Thou art our Faith ; Helpless , without hand or foot , Thou art our Faith ; Whether we be Nazarenes , Mussalmans or Gebres , Whatsoe'er our creed , Thou art our Faith . 20 Retirement the Great regrets his BEING upon a certain.
... pleasure , Thou art our Faith ; Helpless , without hand or foot , Thou art our Faith ; Whether we be Nazarenes , Mussalmans or Gebres , Whatsoe'er our creed , Thou art our Faith . 20 Retirement the Great regrets his BEING upon a certain.
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... hand To these dark steps , a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of Sun or shade ; There I am wont to sit , when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toyl , Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn'd me , Where I , a ...
... hand To these dark steps , a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of Sun or shade ; There I am wont to sit , when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toyl , Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn'd me , Where I , a ...
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... hand so curiously Arrayed had this gardin trewely , That never was ther gardin of swich prys But - if it were the veray Paradys . The odour of flourës and the freshë sight Wold han maad any hertë for to light That ever was born , but ...
... hand so curiously Arrayed had this gardin trewely , That never was ther gardin of swich prys But - if it were the veray Paradys . The odour of flourës and the freshë sight Wold han maad any hertë for to light That ever was born , but ...
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... Faith ; Helpless , without hand or foot , Thou art our Faith ; Whether we be Nazarenes , Mussalmans or Gebres , Whatsoe'er our creed , Thou art our Faith . 1 20 Retirement the Great BEING upon a certain day overburdened.
... Faith ; Helpless , without hand or foot , Thou art our Faith ; Whether we be Nazarenes , Mussalmans or Gebres , Whatsoe'er our creed , Thou art our Faith . 1 20 Retirement the Great BEING upon a certain day overburdened.
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The Spirit of Man: An Anthology in English & French from the Philosophers ... Robert Bridges No preview available - 1934 |
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Achaia Anchises Art thou beauty behold beneath bien birds blue air born breath bright brown nightjar c'est city of Death cloud courant électrique dark dead dear death deep delight Dieu divine dost doth dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faut fear flowers glory grave green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate hither hope human Ideal Love immortal Kirconnell kiss light live look Lord lovers Lycidas man's mind moon morn mortal nature never night o'er pain Peter the deacon pleasure praise Priam qu'il SEASON of mists shadows sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring Stoicism sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thyself tout True Thomas truth unto vienne virtue voice wandering waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings wisdom youth
Popular passages
Page 69 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 199 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Page 187 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 197 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 13 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 183 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 151 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.