Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 Seiten |
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... comes he not ? ib . A stern Father's late Repentance 192 .... Hark ! hark ! I hear a distant Drum .. 138 The Lady and the Field of Battle . 193 It is not on the Battle Field .......... ib . Staffa . 194 He came at Morn 139 The Mermaid's ...
... comes he not ? ib . A stern Father's late Repentance 192 .... Hark ! hark ! I hear a distant Drum .. 138 The Lady and the Field of Battle . 193 It is not on the Battle Field .......... ib . Staffa . 194 He came at Morn 139 The Mermaid's ...
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... comes this Girl , and how she came distrest . Wake her , and ask ; for she is sorely bruised : I long to know by ... come again ; perhaps he's dead . When I grew strong enough I went to place , My mistress had a sour ill - natured face ...
... comes this Girl , and how she came distrest . Wake her , and ask ; for she is sorely bruised : I long to know by ... come again ; perhaps he's dead . When I grew strong enough I went to place , My mistress had a sour ill - natured face ...
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... comes ) In anguish , in the ghastliness of death ; Hers never more to leave those mournful walls , Even on her bier . ' Tis over ; and the rite , With all its pomp and harmony , is now Floating before her . She arose at home , To be the ...
... comes ) In anguish , in the ghastliness of death ; Hers never more to leave those mournful walls , Even on her bier . ' Tis over ; and the rite , With all its pomp and harmony , is now Floating before her . She arose at home , To be the ...
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... Comes to release thee . Ah , what now to thee , What now to thee the treasure of thy youth ? As nothing ! But thou canst not yet reflect Calmly ; so many things , strange and perverse , That meet , recoil , and go but to return , The ...
... Comes to release thee . Ah , what now to thee , What now to thee the treasure of thy youth ? As nothing ! But thou canst not yet reflect Calmly ; so many things , strange and perverse , That meet , recoil , and go but to return , The ...
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... Comes unregarded , she sits silent by , Watching the changes with her anxious eye : While they without , listening below , above , ( Who but in sorrow know how much they love ? ) From every little noise catch hope and fear , Exchanging ...
... Comes unregarded , she sits silent by , Watching the changes with her anxious eye : While they without , listening below , above , ( Who but in sorrow know how much they love ? ) From every little noise catch hope and fear , Exchanging ...
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art thou beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark dead death deep delight Donald Macdonald dread dream earth fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Isle of Palms king labours lady light living lonely look look'd Lord Lord Byron loud lyre maid Martyr of Antioch mind misanthropy morning mountain never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry poor pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought tree trembling turn'd Twas voice waves weep wild wind young youth
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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 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Seite 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
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 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Seite 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Seite 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
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 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.