The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 Seiten |
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... smile . And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb , When all in mist the world below was lost . What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime , Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast , And view th ' enormous waste of vapour , toss ...
... smile . And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb , When all in mist the world below was lost . What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime , Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast , And view th ' enormous waste of vapour , toss ...
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... smile how win ? Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care , And stills the storm within ? O , wilt thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring , And bless his hours , and bid them move Serene , on silent wing ? Oft let ...
... smile how win ? Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care , And stills the storm within ? O , wilt thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring , And bless his hours , and bid them move Serene , on silent wing ? Oft let ...
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... smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be. LINES TO MY MOTHER'S ...
... smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solac'd me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be. LINES TO MY MOTHER'S ...
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... smile ! —it answers- -Yes . I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was ...
... smile ! —it answers- -Yes . I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was ...
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... smile , ) Could those few pleasant days again appear , Might one wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; -the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd , perhaps I might.- But no - what here we call our life is ...
... smile , ) Could those few pleasant days again appear , Might one wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; -the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd , perhaps I might.- But no - what here we call our life is ...
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beam beauty bend beneath blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheek cloud coursers dark dead dear death deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley face fair fear flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny Lautaro light living Lochiel lonely look look'd lov'd MARY TIGHE mighty heart morning mortal decay murmurs Nature's never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket Orra pride rock round round the twisted scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood storm stout spurs stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings wood youth