Select Poems: Being the Literature Prescribed for the Junior Matriculation and Junior Leaving Examinations, 1905John Marshall, Orlando John Stevenson Copp, Clark Company, 1904 - 239 pages |
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... look less at indi- viduals and more at classes . They therefore make better theories and worse poems . They may be better able to analyze human nature than their predecessors . But analysis is not the business of the poet . His office ...
... look less at indi- viduals and more at classes . They therefore make better theories and worse poems . They may be better able to analyze human nature than their predecessors . But analysis is not the business of the poet . His office ...
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... look of wisdom supernal . Father of twenty children was he , and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he languished a captive , 275 ...
... look of wisdom supernal . Father of twenty children was he , and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he languished a captive , 275 ...
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... look for the how , and the why , and the wherefore ? Daily injustice is done , and might is the right of the strongest ! " But , without heeding his warmth , continued the notary public , - " Man is unjust , but God is just ; and ...
... look for the how , and the why , and the wherefore ? Daily injustice is done , and might is the right of the strongest ! " But , without heeding his warmth , continued the notary public , - " Man is unjust , but God is just ; and ...
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... looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women , As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed , Urged by their household cares , and the weary feet of their children . 505 Down sank the great red sun , and in ...
... looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women , As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed , Urged by their household cares , and the weary feet of their children . 505 Down sank the great red sun , and in ...
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... looks of saddest compassion . Still the blaze of the burning village illumined the landscape , Reddened the sky overhead , and gleamed on the faces around her , And like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses . Then a familiar ...
... looks of saddest compassion . Still the blaze of the burning village illumined the landscape , Reddened the sky overhead , and gleamed on the faces around her , And like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses . Then a familiar ...
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Page 225 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 218 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 69 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 227 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 2 - Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 214 - Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Page 216 - 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, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 214 - Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 239 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
Page 111 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.