Poetical Works: Including Poems and Versions of Poems Herein Published for the First TimeH. Frowde, 1912 - 1072 Seiten |
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... head recline , And bids Compassion seek the realms of woe To heal the wounded , and to raise the low . She comes ! she comes ! the meek - eyed Power I see With liberal hand that loves to bless ; The clouds of Sorrow at her presence flee ...
... head recline , And bids Compassion seek the realms of woe To heal the wounded , and to raise the low . She comes ! she comes ! the meek - eyed Power I see With liberal hand that loves to bless ; The clouds of Sorrow at her presence flee ...
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... head in all the pomp of woe : Wide scatter round each dark and deadly weed , And let the melancholy dirge complain ... heads MS . S. T. C. Monody ] Muse that late sang another's poignant pain MS . S. T. C. 3 In slowest steps the funeral ...
... head in all the pomp of woe : Wide scatter round each dark and deadly weed , And let the melancholy dirge complain ... heads MS . S. T. C. Monody ] Muse that late sang another's poignant pain MS . S. T. C. 3 In slowest steps the funeral ...
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... head did wine and women curse ; His fortune ruin'd and his wealth decay'd , Clamorous his duns , his gaming debts unpaid , The youth indignant seiz'd his tailor's bill , And on its back thus wrote with moral quill : ' Various as colours ...
... head did wine and women curse ; His fortune ruin'd and his wealth decay'd , Clamorous his duns , his gaming debts unpaid , The youth indignant seiz'd his tailor's bill , And on its back thus wrote with moral quill : ' Various as colours ...
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... sleep . Travelling in the Exeter Coach with three other passengers over Bagshot Heath , after some vain endeavours to compose myself I composed this Ode - August 17 , 1791. MS . 0 . 1791 . What tho ' around thy drowsy head The 26 HONOUR.
... sleep . Travelling in the Exeter Coach with three other passengers over Bagshot Heath , after some vain endeavours to compose myself I composed this Ode - August 17 , 1791. MS . 0 . 1791 . What tho ' around thy drowsy head The 26 HONOUR.
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... head The seven - fold cap of night be spread , Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile ; In drizzly rains poppean dews O'er the tired inmates of the Coach diffuse ; And when thou'st charm'd our eyes to rest ...
... head The seven - fold cap of night be spread , Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile ; In drizzly rains poppean dews O'er the tired inmates of the Coach diffuse ; And when thou'st charm'd our eyes to rest ...
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Seite 226 - And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again!
Seite 118 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Seite 188 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Seite 195 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. "I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, 250 Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Seite 994 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 196 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Seite 375 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!
Seite 215 - The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Seite 227 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 198 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...