The Laurel and Lyre. Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth CenturyFrederick Warne and Company, 1879 - 400 Seiten |
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... beneath her head— And through her large fair eyelids shine Shadowy dreams that come and go , By too deep bliss disquieted- There sleeps in love and beauty's glow , The high - born Lady Edderline . Lo ! the lamp's wan fitful light ...
... beneath her head— And through her large fair eyelids shine Shadowy dreams that come and go , By too deep bliss disquieted- There sleeps in love and beauty's glow , The high - born Lady Edderline . Lo ! the lamp's wan fitful light ...
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... beneath the palmy steep , Temper , O God ! the sun and air To him , my home - bound Mariner ; And gently breathe the midnight dew O'er him and all his gallant crew ! " The lamp is dead , but the morning peep Faintly dawning far away ...
... beneath the palmy steep , Temper , O God ! the sun and air To him , my home - bound Mariner ; And gently breathe the midnight dew O'er him and all his gallant crew ! " The lamp is dead , but the morning peep Faintly dawning far away ...
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... Beneath some shadowy wall - flower lie , In the high air of solitude ! She alone , sky - loving bird , In that lofty clime is heard ; But loftier far from cliff remote , Up springs the eagle , like a thought , And poised in heaven's ...
... Beneath some shadowy wall - flower lie , In the high air of solitude ! She alone , sky - loving bird , In that lofty clime is heard ; But loftier far from cliff remote , Up springs the eagle , like a thought , And poised in heaven's ...
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... beneath the morning air Her breast breathes strong and free ; The sun in his prime glorious hour Is up , and with a purple shower Hath bathed the billowy sea . Lo ! morning's dewy hush divine Hath calm'd the eyes of Edderline , Shaded ...
... beneath the morning air Her breast breathes strong and free ; The sun in his prime glorious hour Is up , and with a purple shower Hath bathed the billowy sea . Lo ! morning's dewy hush divine Hath calm'd the eyes of Edderline , Shaded ...
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... beneath the sulphury sky ; — For not a man that bow'd the neck Fell with a recreant's ghastly cry , But shouted with a dying flame , The war - cry of his country's name . But soon the doubtful fight was done , Before a sailor's corse ...
... beneath the sulphury sky ; — For not a man that bow'd the neck Fell with a recreant's ghastly cry , But shouted with a dying flame , The war - cry of his country's name . But soon the doubtful fight was done , Before a sailor's corse ...
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91 Lines ALARIC ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom bosom breast breath bright brow call'd CAROLINE BOWLES cheek child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep dream earth Eugene Aram face fade fair Farewell fear feel flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grief hath heard heart heaven Here's hope hour JOHN KEATS kiss lady life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute lyre Mermaid Tavern MISS LANDON Mont Blanc morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd pride redundant song rock rose round seem'd shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tomb tree Twas voice wallflower wandering wave weep wild wild dance wind wings youth
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Seite 70 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 69 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 333 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Seite 70 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Seite 176 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story...
Seite 69 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 71 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 40 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Seite 27 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves...
Seite 379 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.