The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - 397 Seiten |
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... thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring , And bless his hours , and bid them move Serene , on silent wing ? " Oft let Remembrance sooth his mind With dreams of former days , When , in the lap of Peace reclin'd , He fram'd ...
... thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring , And bless his hours , and bid them move Serene , on silent wing ? " Oft let Remembrance sooth his mind With dreams of former days , When , in the lap of Peace reclin'd , He fram'd ...
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... Thou wast a bauble once - a cup and ball , Which babes might play with ; and the thievish jay , Seeking her food , with ease might have purloin'd The auburn nut that held thee , swallowing down Thy yet close - folded latitude of boughs ...
... Thou wast a bauble once - a cup and ball , Which babes might play with ; and the thievish jay , Seeking her food , with ease might have purloin'd The auburn nut that held thee , swallowing down Thy yet close - folded latitude of boughs ...
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... thou becam'st a twig . Who liv'd , when thou wast such ? As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular , I would not curious ask O could'st thou speak , The future , best unknown , but at thy mouth , Inquisitive , the less ambiguous past ...
... thou becam'st a twig . Who liv'd , when thou wast such ? As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular , I would not curious ask O could'st thou speak , The future , best unknown , but at thy mouth , Inquisitive , the less ambiguous past ...
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... Thou hadst within thy bole solid contents , That might have ribb'd the sides and plank'd the deck Of some flagg'd admiral ; and tortuous arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and ...
... Thou hadst within thy bole solid contents , That might have ribb'd the sides and plank'd the deck Of some flagg'd admiral ; and tortuous arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and ...
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... Thou temptest none , but rather much forbidd'st The feller's toil , which thou could'st ill requite . Yet is thy root sincere , sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs , Which , crook'd into a thousand whimsies ...
... Thou temptest none , but rather much forbidd'st The feller's toil , which thou could'st ill requite . Yet is thy root sincere , sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs , Which , crook'd into a thousand whimsies ...
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art thou ARTEVELDE beam beauty beneath bird blessed BOSCH bosom breast breath breeze bright brow Bruges cheek cloud coursers dark dead dear deep delight dread dream earth EPICURUS face fair father fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour James Godwin JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light Lochiel lonely look look'd lov'd MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MARY TIGHE Medes morning mother murmurs night o'er Orra pride Queen rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shining shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stept stood storm stream sudden fear summer sweet tears thee thine thou thought trees trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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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 162 - 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 132 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Seite 180 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormv winds do blow.
Seite 179 - 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...
Seite 136 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt 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 118 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Seite 204 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 115 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Seite 172 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...