The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 من الصفحات |
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... hath made thee what thou art - a cave For owls to roost in .. Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign ; and the num'rous flocks That graz'd it stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded , yet safe - shelter'd from the storm . No ...
... hath made thee what thou art - a cave For owls to roost in .. Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign ; and the num'rous flocks That graz'd it stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded , yet safe - shelter'd from the storm . No ...
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Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck. YARDLEY OAK . What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability , in all That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist , Created changeable ...
Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck. YARDLEY OAK . What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability , in all That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist , Created changeable ...
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... hath Nature drest thee up Against the birth of May ; and , vested so , Thou dost appear more gracefully array'd Than fashion - mongering fops , whose gaudy shows , Fantastical as are a sick man's dreams , From vanity to costly vanity ...
... hath Nature drest thee up Against the birth of May ; and , vested so , Thou dost appear more gracefully array'd Than fashion - mongering fops , whose gaudy shows , Fantastical as are a sick man's dreams , From vanity to costly vanity ...
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... hath deck'd anew the meads With flowery vesture , and the warmer sun Their foggy moistness drain'd ; in wintry days Cold , vapourish , miry , wet , and to the flocks . Unfriendly , when autumnal rains begin To drench the spungy turf ...
... hath deck'd anew the meads With flowery vesture , and the warmer sun Their foggy moistness drain'd ; in wintry days Cold , vapourish , miry , wet , and to the flocks . Unfriendly , when autumnal rains begin To drench the spungy turf ...
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... hath pass'd on it , and its dim bulk Becomes annihilate , or if not , a spot Which the strain'd vision tires itself to find . And even so fares it with the things of earth Which seem most constant : there will come the cloud That shall ...
... hath pass'd on it , and its dim bulk Becomes annihilate , or if not , a spot Which the strain'd vision tires itself to find . And even so fares it with the things of earth Which seem most constant : there will come the cloud That shall ...
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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.