The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 55
... dark plumes dancing . It grieved me not that sunny day By the sable hearse to tread ; Though my darkest sun then shed its ray O'er the bier of my mother dead . They laid her in the lone churchyard , Insensate , I did not cry ; — Yet I ...
... dark plumes dancing . It grieved me not that sunny day By the sable hearse to tread ; Though my darkest sun then shed its ray O'er the bier of my mother dead . They laid her in the lone churchyard , Insensate , I did not cry ; — Yet I ...
الصفحة 59
... dark romance and chivalry Called up the spirits of the dead To join in war's wild revelry . The times are gone when trumpet's tongue Could call to arms the old , the young ; Could to the field of blood and strife , From home , from ...
... dark romance and chivalry Called up the spirits of the dead To join in war's wild revelry . The times are gone when trumpet's tongue Could call to arms the old , the young ; Could to the field of blood and strife , From home , from ...
الصفحة 66
... darkness chained , He turned him toward Jerusalem , Where still in sin so many slept ; He felt his death must come by them— His chosen people ; -Jesus wept . He'd seen the Earth's foundations laid , And heard the choir of Cherubin Sing ...
... darkness chained , He turned him toward Jerusalem , Where still in sin so many slept ; He felt his death must come by them— His chosen people ; -Jesus wept . He'd seen the Earth's foundations laid , And heard the choir of Cherubin Sing ...
الصفحة 70
... dark hair , — Or when in solitude , ' neath storm and shine , There wends his way , with feelings calm and terse , The mild recluse , whose visions are divine , - What is that but society's Blank Verse ? But in a springtide of requited ...
... dark hair , — Or when in solitude , ' neath storm and shine , There wends his way , with feelings calm and terse , The mild recluse , whose visions are divine , - What is that but society's Blank Verse ? But in a springtide of requited ...
الصفحة 79
... dark night clouds , and the lark's clear song Is borne on the Eastern breeze along ? Oh , not in the morn ; for feelings then Of a longing for life come back again , And fresh are thoughts the heart fain approves Of our early days and ...
... dark night clouds , and the lark's clear song Is borne on the Eastern breeze along ? Oh , not in the morn ; for feelings then Of a longing for life come back again , And fresh are thoughts the heart fain approves Of our early days and ...
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ancient Rome Anguish art thou beam beauty Beneath blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek cried Curlieu dare dark dead death doth dream Dublin earth Erin's falchion father feel flower friends glen grave Gunhilda hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven Herodotus honour hour king King Arthur kiss knew land life's look merry mighty mirth monarch morn Morogh mother Mount Kennedy mountain mountain goat natal day Nature's ne'er neath never night North Strand nought o'er OLORUS pain peace Picts prayer pride prince Promised Home proud Rathdrum reign rills rose round Saxon scarce scorned sigh Sir Tristram Slander sleep smile song soul stream Summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought thro Thucydides thy brow Twas vale verse village Vortigern weep Western Isle Wicklow wild wish young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
الصفحة 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
الصفحة 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
الصفحة 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
الصفحة 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
الصفحة 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
الصفحة 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...