Gleanings of Past Years, 2. ciltJ. Murray, 1879 |
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Gleanings of Past Years: Personal and literary (1845-76) William Ewart Gladstone Metin Parçacığı görünümü - 1879 |
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Sayfa 139 - THY voice is on the rolling air ; I hear thee where the waters run ; Thou standest in the rising sun, And in the setting thou art fair. What art thou, then ? I cannot guess; But though I seem in star and flower To feel thee, some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less : My love involves the love before ; My love is vaster passion now ; Though mixed with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh ; I have thee still, and I rejoice : I prosper,...
Sayfa 135 - Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words; And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, Self-reverent each and reverencing each, Distinct in individualities, But like each other ev'n as those who love. Then comes the statelier Eden back to men : Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm: Then springs the crowning race of...
Sayfa 210 - His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain...
Sayfa 94 - E tu dal mar cui nostro sangue irriga, Candida luna, sorgi, E l'inquieta notte e la funesta All'ausonio valor campagna esplori.
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Sayfa 116 - If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee ? Follow thou me.
Sayfa 93 - Se fosser gli occhi tuoi due fonti vive, Mai non potrebbe il pianto Adeguarsi al tuo danno ed allo scorno; Che fosti donna, or sei povera ancella.