English Songs: And Other Small PoemsE. Moxon, 1844 - 228 Seiten |
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amidst art thou Babylon beautiful South beauty Belshazzar bird blood breath bright calm Charlemagne cheek CHEVALIER NEUKOMM child clouds cold dæmons dark dawn dead death deep Dost thou doth dreams e'er earth eyes fading fair fame Farewell fear flowers flown gentle gold golden golden air grave hate hath heart Heaven hope Horned Owl king laugh light Lismore look lost at last merry merry England Methinks mighty morning mourn murmuring Narbonne ne'er never night NIGHT SONG nought o'er pain pale pleasure poet poor pride Quadroon rain Ravenna rhyme rose round scorn Sea-King SET TO MUSIC sigh silence sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul Spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell tempest tender thine things thoughts toil truth Twas tween twill unto voice weave weep wild wilt winds wine youth
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Seite 23 - I'm on the Sea ! I am where I would ever be ; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go ; If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter ? I shall ride and sleep.
Seite 23 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Seite 23 - And a mother she was, and is, to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled...
Seite 52 - And loveth the wood's deep gloom; And, with eyes like the shine of the moonstone cold, She awaiteth her ghastly groom.
Seite 33 - O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! Where the whale and the shark and the sword-fish sleep, — Outflying the blast and the driving rain, The Petrel telleth her tale — in vain : For the mariner curseth the warning bird Who bringeth him news of the storms unheard.
Seite 23 - I love (oh ! how I love) to ride On the fierce foaming bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow.
Seite 6 - Methinks I love all common things — The common air, the common flower ; The dear, kind, common thought, that springs From hearts that have no other dower...
Seite 52 - Nor lonely the bird, nor his ghastly mate, They are each unto each a pride : Thrice fonder, perhaps, since a strange, dark fate Hath rent them from all beside!
Seite 28 - Oh ! — what delight can a mortal lack, When he once is firm on his horse's back, With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong, And the blast of the horn for his morning song...
Seite xii - Sobbeth abroad her grief, her pain ! No one heareth her, no one heedeth her: But Hunger, her friend, with his bony hand, Grasps her throat, whispering huskily — •'What dost thou in a Christian land?