Edwin of DeiraTicknor, 1861 - 191 من الصفحات |
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Adown arms arose beneath Bertha bird Blaavin blazoned blow blue broke burned burst cheek Christ cloud Coifi couch crag cried crimson crowd dark dawn death drew dwell EDWIN OF DEIRA Ethelbert eyes face fair fall fear feast fell fire flame flower gainst gate glimmered gods golden grave gray grew hair hall hand happy hath head heard heart heaven heron hills horse hung King Ethelbert kissed knees knew lichens light lips lives lords maid mighty morn murmur ne'er neath night noble o'er palace Palace gate passed Paulinus priests Prince Edwin Regner rill rode rookery rose round ruin sang shape silent smile sorrow spear spirit steed stood strange stream sudden summer sunbeam sunset sweet tears thee thine thing thou thunderstone town trumpet trumpet blow twilight twixt unknown terror unto vapour voice waste weary wild wind wing woods
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الصفحة 187 - WONDERFUL mountain of Blaavin, How oft since our parting hour You have roared with the wintry torrents, You have gloomed through the thunder-shower ! But by this time the lichens are creeping Gray-green o'er your rocks and your stones, And each hot afternoon is steeping Your bulk in its sultriest bronze. O, sweet is the spring wind, Blaavin, When it loosens your torrents' flow, When with one little touch of a sunny hand It unclasps your cloak of snow.
الصفحة 159 - The sparrow flies In at one door, and by another out, Brief space of warm and comfortable air, It knows in passing, then it vanishes Into the gusty dark from whence it came. The soul like that same sparrow comes and goes: This life is but a moment's sparrow-flight Between the two unknowns of birth and death: An arrow's passage from an unknown bow Toward an unknown bourne.
الصفحة 188 - Blaavin, rocky Blaavin, How I long to be with you again, To see lashed gulf and gully Smoke white in the windy rain, — To see in the scarlet sunrise The mist-wreaths perish with heat, The wet rock slide with a trickling gleam Right down to the cataract's feet; While...
الصفحة 188 - O, sweet is the spring wind, Blaavin, And sweet it was to me ! For before the bell of the snowdrop Or the pink of the apple-tree, Long before your first spring torrent Came down with a flash and a whirl, In the breast of its happy mother There nestled my little girl. O Blaavin, rocky Blaavin, It was with the strangest start That I felt, at the little querulous cry, The new pulse awake in my heart; A pulse that will live and beat, Blaavin, Till, standing round my bed, While the chirrup of birds is...
الصفحة 191 - A duek burst away from its breast, And before the bright circles and wrinkles Had subsided again into rest, At a clear open turn of the roadway My passion went up in a cry, For the wonderful mountain of Blaavin Was bearing his huge bulk on high, Each precipice keen and purple Against the yellow sky. Alexander Smith, Blackford Hill.
الصفحة 26 - He clasped his withered hands Fondly upon her head, and bent it back, As one might bend a downward-looking flower To make its perfect beauty visible ; Then kissed her mouth and cheek.
الصفحة 142 - Melodious with many a chaunting voice. Nor spear nor buckler had these foreign men ; Each wore a snowy robe that downward flowed ; Fair in their front a silver cross they bore ; A painted Saviour floated in the wind ; The chaunting voices, as they rose and fell, Hallowed the rude sea-air.
الصفحة 115 - ... slipped Unheeded from the hands that loved his curls Far more to play with. Every day these twain — Two misers with their gold in one fair chest Enclosed — hung o'er him in his noon-day sleep Upon the wolf-skin — blessed the tumbled hair, Cheek pillow-dinted, little mouth half-oped With the serenest passage of pure breath, Red as a rose-bud pouting to a rose ; Eyelids that gave the slumber-misted blue ; One round arm doubled, while the other lay, With dainty elbow dimpled like a cheek,...
الصفحة 112 - And ere they went, In Bertha's fragrant bosom lay asleep The sweetest babe that ever mother blest, — A helpless thing, omnipotently weak ; Naked, yet stronger than a man in mail— That, with its new-born struggling sob and cry, Softened the childless palace, and unsealed Fountains of love undreamed of. Tenderness Made every arm a cradle, every voice Soft as a cradle-song.
الصفحة 75 - ... brings its hero and heroine after a variety of moving incidents : — " She heard, and, all untouched by virgin shame, False and unworthy then, erect she stood Before her father and her brethren seven, Pale as her robe, and in her cloudless eyes Love, to which death and time are vapory veils That hide not other worlds, and stretched a hand, Which Edwin held, and kissed before them all In passionate reverence; smitten dumb by thanks And noble shame of his unworthiness, And sense of happiness o'erdue....