PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate , can e'er return . 5 . O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought , With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou , silent form , dost ...
... silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate , can e'er return . 5 . O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought , With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou , silent form , dost ...
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... Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill ; There is no mid - forest laugh , Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight , amaz'd to hear Jesting , deep in forest drear . On the fairest time of June You may go , with ...
... Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill ; There is no mid - forest laugh , Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight , amaz'd to hear Jesting , deep in forest drear . On the fairest time of June You may go , with ...
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... silent comes the water round that bend ; 65 Not the minutest whisper does it send To the o'erhanging sallows : blades of grass Slowly across the chequer'd shadows pass . Why , you might read two sonnets , ere they reach To where the ...
... silent comes the water round that bend ; 65 Not the minutest whisper does it send To the o'erhanging sallows : blades of grass Slowly across the chequer'd shadows pass . Why , you might read two sonnets , ere they reach To where the ...
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... silent eve , Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave ; The light dwelt o'er the scene so lingeringly . He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky , And smiles at the far clearness all around , Until his heart is well nigh over ...
... silent eve , Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave ; The light dwelt o'er the scene so lingeringly . He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky , And smiles at the far clearness all around , Until his heart is well nigh over ...
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... Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses ! 15 Most happy listener ! when the morning blesses Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes That glance so brightly at the new sun - rise . 40 5 But what is higher beyond thought than thee ...
... Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses ! 15 Most happy listener ! when the morning blesses Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes That glance so brightly at the new sun - rise . 40 5 But what is higher beyond thought than thee ...
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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...