What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Addison angels Bailey Bayard Taylor beauty bless brave breath Browning Bryant Byron Cato Childe Harold clouds Cowper dark death deeds deep divine Don Juan doth dream Dryden earth Elizabeth Essay on Criticism eternal eyes fair Fame Farewell fate fear feel Festus Flowers fools George Eliot gold Goldsmith grief Hamlet happiness hath heart heaven Henry honor hope hour human immortal Jean Ingelow Joaquin Miller King labor light live Locksley Hall Longfellow love thee Lowell man's Memoriam Merchant of Venice Milton mind Moore Moral Essays nature ne'er never Night Thoughts noble o'er Othello pain Paradise Lost passion peace pleasure Poet Poet's Pope prayer Rabbi Ben Ezra reason Shakespeare shine Sidney Lanier silence sleep smile solitude song Sonnets soul spirit stars strife sweet tears Tennyson thine things Thomson thou art toil true truth virtue Whittier wind wisdom wise Wordsworth Young
Page 130 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Page 54 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 174 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 55 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Page 13 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 53 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 61 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 150 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 177 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 64 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...