Essays and poems, selected from the literary remains of F. HindeG. G. Walmsley, 1864 - 124 Seiten |
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... king's look which , down the trees Follow'd the dark effigies Of the lost Theban ; " and whose noble and liberty - breathing tragedies enjoy , I believe , the honour of a station among the list of proscribed emanations of genius in a ...
... king's look which , down the trees Follow'd the dark effigies Of the lost Theban ; " and whose noble and liberty - breathing tragedies enjoy , I believe , the honour of a station among the list of proscribed emanations of genius in a ...
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... King , " ( to which , in a new edition , the feeling dedication to the memory of the late much - lamented Prince Consort lends an additional and most graceful charm ; ) a work that , though nobly sustaining his high reputation , can ...
... King , " ( to which , in a new edition , the feeling dedication to the memory of the late much - lamented Prince Consort lends an additional and most graceful charm ; ) a work that , though nobly sustaining his high reputation , can ...
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... kings . " Full on this casement shone the wintry moon , " And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast , As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon ; Rose - bloom fell on her hands , together prest , And on her silver cross soft ...
... kings . " Full on this casement shone the wintry moon , " And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast , As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon ; Rose - bloom fell on her hands , together prest , And on her silver cross soft ...
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... kings succeeding kings , in blood allied , Were by their subjects almost deified . The throne was now by King Belshazzar fill'd , A prince voluptuous , cruel , and self - will'd , Who dared heaven's awful Sovereign to despise , The ...
... kings succeeding kings , in blood allied , Were by their subjects almost deified . The throne was now by King Belshazzar fill'd , A prince voluptuous , cruel , and self - will'd , Who dared heaven's awful Sovereign to despise , The ...
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... King of the Chaldeans , slain . " Of all the cities ' neath the Eastern sun , What might surpass imperial Babylon ? Her hanging gardens , and her turrets grand , Seem'd as erected by no mortal hand ; Her hundred brazen gates , of ...
... King of the Chaldeans , slain . " Of all the cities ' neath the Eastern sun , What might surpass imperial Babylon ? Her hanging gardens , and her turrets grand , Seem'd as erected by no mortal hand ; Her hundred brazen gates , of ...
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ages angels appear beauteous beauty breath bright brilliant calm charm close cold dark dead Death deep divine door dread earth effect Elizabeth Barrett Browning excellence eyes face fair fear feel flowers friends give glowing gold grace hair hall hand hath head heard heart heaven human imagination immortal intensely Keats kind kings lady language light lines live look Lord lover means meet mind morning mortal nature never night o'er once passages passing passion perhaps placed pleasures poem poet poetic poetry poor possessing praise present proud reign represented rest rich rose round scarcely seem'd shine silence sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit splendid stanza stars sublime sweet tears thee thing thou thought tion told true truth verse voice wave wild wind wine wings writes
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Seite 3 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 35 - 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.
Seite 4 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
Seite 36 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Seite 77 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 29 - Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Seite 59 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 74 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Seite 18 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Seite 3 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky...