The Oxford Book of Victorian VerseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1913 - 1023 pages |
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... cold Than daisies in the mould , Where children spell , athwart the churchyard gate , His name and life's brief date . Pray for him , gentle souls , whoe'er you be , And , O , pray too for me ! The Dragon - fly IFE ( priest and poet say ) ...
... cold Than daisies in the mould , Where children spell , athwart the churchyard gate , His name and life's brief date . Pray for him , gentle souls , whoe'er you be , And , O , pray too for me ! The Dragon - fly IFE ( priest and poet say ) ...
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... cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows , Seeking the land which no one knows . O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes , Borne to the land which no one knows . Why shrieks for help ...
... cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows , Seeking the land which no one knows . O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes , Borne to the land which no one knows . Why shrieks for help ...
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... cold of winter days . Whosoe'er shall wander near , When the Syrian heat is worst , Let him hither come , nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst : He will find this little river Running still , as bright as ever . Let him drink , and ...
... cold of winter days . Whosoe'er shall wander near , When the Syrian heat is worst , Let him hither come , nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst : He will find this little river Running still , as bright as ever . Let him drink , and ...
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... and thee The all - beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground , Where thy pale form was laid with many tears , Nor in the embrace of ocean , shall exist Thy 26 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
... and thee The all - beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground , Where thy pale form was laid with many tears , Nor in the embrace of ocean , shall exist Thy 26 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
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... cold ashes in an ancient urn , Richly emboss'd with childhood's revelry , With leaves and cluster'd fruits , and flowers eterne , - ( Eternal to the world , though not to me ) , Ay there will those brave sports and blossoms be , The ...
... cold ashes in an ancient urn , Richly emboss'd with childhood's revelry , With leaves and cluster'd fruits , and flowers eterne , - ( Eternal to the world , though not to me ) , Ay there will those brave sports and blossoms be , The ...
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Page 105 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 207 - 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 51 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 328 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Page 174 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 175 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 330 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Page 286 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past.
Page 370 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. 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 232 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.