The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 Seiten |
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... SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION ... ib . A PETITION 31 73 77 HANNAH MORE . FLORIO AND HIS FRIEND ..... 78 18 35 ERASMUS DARWIN . 35 W. LISLE BOWLES . RETURN TO OXFORD .. 88 MARCH OF CAMBYSES 36 ON THE RHINE ....... ib . THREE IMPRESSIONS OF ...
... SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION ... ib . A PETITION 31 73 77 HANNAH MORE . FLORIO AND HIS FRIEND ..... 78 18 35 ERASMUS DARWIN . 35 W. LISLE BOWLES . RETURN TO OXFORD .. 88 MARCH OF CAMBYSES 36 ON THE RHINE ....... ib . THREE IMPRESSIONS OF ...
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... SUMMER ....... 204 206 HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ROBERT BLOOMFIELD . THE HERB ROSEMARY 159 LAMBS AT PLAY 210 ODE TO DISAPPOINTMENT .... 160 THE FARMER'S BOY IN THE FIELDS ....... 212 PAGE ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT . BURNS ........ ROBERT SOUTHEY .
... SUMMER ....... 204 206 HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ROBERT BLOOMFIELD . THE HERB ROSEMARY 159 LAMBS AT PLAY 210 ODE TO DISAPPOINTMENT .... 160 THE FARMER'S BOY IN THE FIELDS ....... 212 PAGE ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT . BURNS ........ ROBERT SOUTHEY .
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... SUMMER ..... 249 BANGOR AT MIDNIGHT THE HOLY DEAD 251 TALK WITH THE SEA .... 252 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . SONG OF MARION'S MEN 295 REGINALD HEBER . * GREEN RIVER .................................... 298 THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA ...
... SUMMER ..... 249 BANGOR AT MIDNIGHT THE HOLY DEAD 251 TALK WITH THE SEA .... 252 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . SONG OF MARION'S MEN 295 REGINALD HEBER . * GREEN RIVER .................................... 298 THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA ...
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... SUMMER MONTHS 385 A SOLEMN CONCEIT . 386 THOMAS HOOD . THE ELM TREE . - A DREAM IN THE WOODS 332 HENRY TAYLOR . THOMAS PRINGLE . ARTEVELDE IN GHENT 389 AFAR IN THE DESERT .......... 347 ERNESTO .... 396 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . THE WATER ...
... SUMMER MONTHS 385 A SOLEMN CONCEIT . 386 THOMAS HOOD . THE ELM TREE . - A DREAM IN THE WOODS 332 HENRY TAYLOR . THOMAS PRINGLE . ARTEVELDE IN GHENT 389 AFAR IN THE DESERT .......... 347 ERNESTO .... 396 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . THE WATER ...
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... SUMMER NIGHT ........ 557 WORDS .......... 558 MARIA LOWELL . PORTRAIT OF A LADY .... 559 THE ALPINE SHEEP 592 SHERIDAN KNOWLES . ALICE CAREY . THE APPEAL AND THE REPROOF ............ 560 * PICTURES OF MEMORY 594 GERALD MASSEY . THOMAS ...
... SUMMER NIGHT ........ 557 WORDS .......... 558 MARIA LOWELL . PORTRAIT OF A LADY .... 559 THE ALPINE SHEEP 592 SHERIDAN KNOWLES . ALICE CAREY . THE APPEAL AND THE REPROOF ............ 560 * PICTURES OF MEMORY 594 GERALD MASSEY . THOMAS ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers fond friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour Kilmeny knew Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks round round the twisted scene seem'd shade shines shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings wood youth
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Seite 467 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Seite 137 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 138 - 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. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Seite 137 - 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 441 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 454 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Seite 155 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 442 - So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people, winning reverence. But now much honour and much fame were lost.
Seite 20 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Seite 192 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...