The cycle of life, poems1871 |
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الصفحة 14
... soft and sweet . From my study I see in the lamplight , Descending the broad hall - stair , Grave Alice , and laughing Allegra , And Edith with golden hair . A whisper , and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are ...
... soft and sweet . From my study I see in the lamplight , Descending the broad hall - stair , Grave Alice , and laughing Allegra , And Edith with golden hair . A whisper , and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are ...
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... soft woodlark here did never chant Her vespers ! -Nature fails not to provide . Impulse and utterance . The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights And blind recesses of the caverned rocks ; The little rills , and ...
... soft woodlark here did never chant Her vespers ! -Nature fails not to provide . Impulse and utterance . The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights And blind recesses of the caverned rocks ; The little rills , and ...
الصفحة 24
... the silken lash Of her soft eye upraised , and her sweet mouth Half parted with the new and strange delight THE CHILD AND THE STAR . Of beauty that she. THE CHILD AND THE STAR . 24 THE CYCLE OF LIFE . The Child and the Star.
... the silken lash Of her soft eye upraised , and her sweet mouth Half parted with the new and strange delight THE CHILD AND THE STAR . Of beauty that she. THE CHILD AND THE STAR . 24 THE CYCLE OF LIFE . The Child and the Star.
الصفحة 35
... soft She woos the tardy Spring : Till April starts , and calls around . The sleeping fragrance from the ground , And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ...
... soft She woos the tardy Spring : Till April starts , and calls around . The sleeping fragrance from the ground , And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ...
الصفحة 36
Cycle. X Smiles , on past misfortune's brow , Soft reflection's hand can trace , And o'er the cheek of sorrow throw A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lour And blacken round our ...
Cycle. X Smiles , on past misfortune's brow , Soft reflection's hand can trace , And o'er the cheek of sorrow throw A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lour And blacken round our ...
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arms beautiful beneath bird blue breast breath bright cheerful child clouds cold comes dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair Father feeling feet fields flow flowers forest gentle give glad gleam golden grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven heritage hold holy hour land leaves life's light living look man's meet mountain murmur Nature never night o'er pain pass peace play poor rest rich river round scene seems shade shadow side silent skies smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit springs stand stars steps stood stream summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought toil trees vale voice Wandering watched weary whisper wide wild winds wings wish woods young youth
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الصفحة 58 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
الصفحة 154 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
الصفحة 27 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 167 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
الصفحة 26 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 64 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
الصفحة 14 - HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
الصفحة 82 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
الصفحة 75 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
الصفحة 21 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.