PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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Seite 9
... clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft - Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs ...
... clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft - Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs ...
Seite 10
... cloud , That fosters the droop - headed flowers all , And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose , Or on the rainbow of the salt sand - wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy ...
... cloud , That fosters the droop - headed flowers all , And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose , Or on the rainbow of the salt sand - wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy ...
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... clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn , And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven , and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence ...
... clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn , And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven , and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence ...
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... cloud , and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light . O Maker of sweet poets , dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of crystal rivers , Mingler with leaves , and dew ...
... cloud , and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light . O Maker of sweet poets , dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of crystal rivers , Mingler with leaves , and dew ...
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... clouds wreath'd and curl'd . So felt he , who first told , how Psyche went On the smooth wind to realms of wonderment ; What Psyche felt , and Love , when their full lips First touch'd ; what amorous and fondling nips They gave each ...
... clouds wreath'd and curl'd . So felt he , who first told , how Psyche went On the smooth wind to realms of wonderment ; What Psyche felt , and Love , when their full lips First touch'd ; what amorous and fondling nips They gave each ...
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Seite 5 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal— yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 3 - 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!
Seite 189 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 8 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Seite 10 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Seite 2 - 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...
Seite 5 - Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 2 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 282 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Seite 8 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...