The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 من الصفحات |
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... face renews my filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream that thou art she . My mother when I learn'd that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I ...
... face renews my filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream that thou art she . My mother when I learn'd that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I ...
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... fragrance shed , -- While on the lovely Queen's enchanting face , Departed sorrow's faint and fainter trace Gave to each touching charm a more attractive grace . HURDIS . RURAL SOUNDS . BE nothing heard , Or 23 HAYLEY .
... fragrance shed , -- While on the lovely Queen's enchanting face , Departed sorrow's faint and fainter trace Gave to each touching charm a more attractive grace . HURDIS . RURAL SOUNDS . BE nothing heard , Or 23 HAYLEY .
الصفحة 43
... face of th ' undistinguish'd earth . Then stand I in the hollow comb beneath , And bless this friendly mount , that weather - fends My reed - roof'd cottage , while the wintry blast From the thick North comes howling ; till the Spring ...
... face of th ' undistinguish'd earth . Then stand I in the hollow comb beneath , And bless this friendly mount , that weather - fends My reed - roof'd cottage , while the wintry blast From the thick North comes howling ; till the Spring ...
الصفحة 48
... face and mien , That were so fair to view ; His flaxen locks that sweetly curl'd , And eyne of lovely blue . " " O lady , he is dead and gone ! Lady , he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turfe , And at his heels a stone ...
... face and mien , That were so fair to view ; His flaxen locks that sweetly curl'd , And eyne of lovely blue . " " O lady , he is dead and gone ! Lady , he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turfe , And at his heels a stone ...
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... face He mark'd the features of her vagrant race ; When a light laugh and roguish leer express'd The vice implanted in her youthful breast : Forth from the tent her elder brother came , Who seem'd offended , yet forbore to blame The ...
... face He mark'd the features of her vagrant race ; When a light laugh and roguish leer express'd The vice implanted in her youthful breast : Forth from the tent her elder brother came , Who seem'd offended , yet forbore to blame The ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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الصفحة 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
الصفحة 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
الصفحة 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
الصفحة 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
الصفحة 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
الصفحة 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
الصفحة 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
الصفحة 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
الصفحة 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.