PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . 2 . Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thy hair soft - lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd ...
... o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . 2 . Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thy hair soft - lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd ...
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... o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; 5 ΙΟ 15 To picture out the quaint , and curious ...
... o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; 5 ΙΟ 15 To picture out the quaint , and curious ...
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... o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks , 55 60 And watch intently Nature's gentle ...
... o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks , 55 60 And watch intently Nature's gentle ...
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... o'er their pebbly beds ; Where swarms of minnows show their little heads , Staying their wavy bodies ' gainst the streams , To taste the luxury of sunny beams 70 Temper'd with coolness . How they ever wrestle With their own sweet ...
... o'er their pebbly beds ; Where swarms of minnows show their little heads , Staying their wavy bodies ' gainst the streams , To taste the luxury of sunny beams 70 Temper'd with coolness . How they ever wrestle With their own sweet ...
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... O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; 105 O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep , But that ' t is ever startled by the leap IIO Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting Of diverse moths , that aye their rest are ...
... O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; 105 O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep , But that ' t is ever startled by the leap IIO Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting Of diverse moths , that aye their rest are ...
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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...