The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 Seiten |
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... arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! But the axe spar'd thee . In those thriftier days Oaks fell not , hewn by ...
... arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! But the axe spar'd thee . In those thriftier days Oaks fell not , hewn by ...
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... arms have left thee . Winds have rent them off Long since , and rovers of the forest wild , With bow and shaft , have burnt them . Some have left A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none where once they ...
... arms have left thee . Winds have rent them off Long since , and rovers of the forest wild , With bow and shaft , have burnt them . Some have left A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none where once they ...
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... arm around a vase she flings , From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves , o'er which she fondly bends , The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion , anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres ...
... arm around a vase she flings , From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves , o'er which she fondly bends , The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion , anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres ...
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... arms of trees , lovely in Spring , When on each bough the rosy tinctur'd bloom Sits thick , and promises autumnal plenty . For even those orchards round the Norman farms , Which , as their owners mark the promis'd fruit , Console them ...
... arms of trees , lovely in Spring , When on each bough the rosy tinctur'd bloom Sits thick , and promises autumnal plenty . For even those orchards round the Norman farms , Which , as their owners mark the promis'd fruit , Console them ...
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... arms outstretch , And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch . Thus when Cambyses led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts , Defiled each hallow'd fane , and sacred wood , And , drunk with fury , swell ...
... arms outstretch , And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch . Thus when Cambyses led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts , Defiled each hallow'd fane , and sacred wood , And , drunk with fury , swell ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath 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 friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere 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 wild wind wings wood youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Seite 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Seite 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Seite 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Seite 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
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 pass'd into the skies.
Seite 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Seite 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.