Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 Seiten |
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... silent , dismally serene : Some prompt ejaculation whisper'd low , Yet bears him up against the threat'ning foe ; And thus poor Giles , though half inclined to fly , Mutters his doubts , and strains his steadfast eye . " " Tis not my ...
... silent , dismally serene : Some prompt ejaculation whisper'd low , Yet bears him up against the threat'ning foe ; And thus poor Giles , though half inclined to fly , Mutters his doubts , and strains his steadfast eye . " " Tis not my ...
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... silent thou , Still shalt thou flow , And jog along thy destined way : But when I glean the sultry fields , When earth her yellow harvest yields , Thou gett'st a holiday . Steady as truth , on either end Thy daily task performing well ...
... silent thou , Still shalt thou flow , And jog along thy destined way : But when I glean the sultry fields , When earth her yellow harvest yields , Thou gett'st a holiday . Steady as truth , on either end Thy daily task performing well ...
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... silent ; and , when seen again , Let all be cheerful - shall a wife complain ? Friends I invite , and who shall dare t ' object , Or look on them with coolness or neglect ? No ! I must ever of my house be head , And , thus obey'd , I ...
... silent ; and , when seen again , Let all be cheerful - shall a wife complain ? Friends I invite , and who shall dare t ' object , Or look on them with coolness or neglect ? No ! I must ever of my house be head , And , thus obey'd , I ...
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... silent when I take my leave , It pains my heart to think how hers will grieve ; " Tis heaven on earth with such a wife to dwell , I am in raptures to have sped so well ; But let me not , my friend , your envy raise , No ! on my life ...
... silent when I take my leave , It pains my heart to think how hers will grieve ; " Tis heaven on earth with such a wife to dwell , I am in raptures to have sped so well ; But let me not , my friend , your envy raise , No ! on my life ...
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... Silent , deserted - stop awhile to dwell Upon two portraits there , drawn on the wall Together , as of two in bonds of love , One in a cardinal's habit , one in black , Those of the unhappy brothers , and infer From the deep silence ...
... Silent , deserted - stop awhile to dwell Upon two portraits there , drawn on the wall Together , as of two in bonds of love , One in a cardinal's habit , one in black , Those of the unhappy brothers , and infer From the deep silence ...
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Seite 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Seite 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Seite 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Seite 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Seite 111 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Seite 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Seite 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Seite 105 - 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.