The Gypsy Trail: An Anthology for Campers, àÅèÁ·Õè 1M. Kennerley, 1914 - 397 ˹éÒ |
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... beauty and majesty For man their companion to come : There , in vision , out of the wreck of cities and civilizations , I saw a new life arise . The winter woods stretched all around so still ! Every bough laden with snow- the faint pur ...
... beauty and majesty For man their companion to come : There , in vision , out of the wreck of cities and civilizations , I saw a new life arise . The winter woods stretched all around so still ! Every bough laden with snow- the faint pur ...
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... , swimming in space ! O Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty ! Alternate light and day , and the teeming spiritual darkness ; Unspeakable , high processions of sun and moon , and 43 SURSUM CORDA William Wordsworth Walt Whitman.
... , swimming in space ! O Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty ! Alternate light and day , and the teeming spiritual darkness ; Unspeakable , high processions of sun and moon , and 43 SURSUM CORDA William Wordsworth Walt Whitman.
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... of the hosts on high , Shining forth in the firmament of heaven ; The beauty of heaven , the glory of the stars , An ornament giving light in the highest places of the Lord . At the word of the Holy One they will stand 51 SURSUM CORDA.
... of the hosts on high , Shining forth in the firmament of heaven ; The beauty of heaven , the glory of the stars , An ornament giving light in the highest places of the Lord . At the word of the Holy One they will stand 51 SURSUM CORDA.
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... beauty of its white- ness , And the heart will be astonished at the raining of it . The hoar frost also he poureth on the earth as salt ; And when it is concealed it is as points of thorns . The cold north wind shall blow , And the ice ...
... beauty of its white- ness , And the heart will be astonished at the raining of it . The hoar frost also he poureth on the earth as salt ; And when it is concealed it is as points of thorns . The cold north wind shall blow , And the ice ...
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... beauty and attainments ; Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact . IX Allons ! whoever you are , come travel with me ! Travelling with me , you find what never tires . The earth never tires ; The earth is rude , 64 THE ...
... beauty and attainments ; Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact . IX Allons ! whoever you are , come travel with me ! Travelling with me , you find what never tires . The earth never tires ; The earth is rude , 64 THE ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne Behold beneath birds Bliss Carman blow blue boughs breast breath bright calm Camelot clouds dark dear death deep doth dream earth Edward Carpenter eternal eyes fair feet fire flame float flower foam forest forever glad gleam golden green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Joseph von Eichendorff Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves Leetle Lac Grenier light live lone Lord Lord Tennyson Matthew Arnold moon morning mountain never night o'er ocean Percy Bysshe Shelley pine rain Ralph Waldo Emerson river road rocks round sail Samian wine shadow shining shore silent sing sleep snow soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou art thro tree unto vale voice Walt Whitman wander waters waves weary wild William Wordsworth wind wings woods yellow
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˹éÒ 368 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
˹éÒ 385 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
˹éÒ 332 - Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
˹éÒ 50 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said : Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; For I will demand of thee and answer thou me.
˹éÒ 357 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
˹éÒ 333 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
˹éÒ 83 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, 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...
˹éÒ 334 - My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
˹éÒ 396 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
˹éÒ 251 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.