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... Beauty in the Deep , To a Child , To a Child , To a Dear Little Boy , PAGE 334 123 48 250 78 341 156 173 389 229 To a Highland Girl , To a Lady , 189 237 To an Indian Gold Coin , 193 To a Sleeping Child , 297 To a Wounded Singing Bird ...
... Beauty in the Deep , To a Child , To a Child , To a Dear Little Boy , PAGE 334 123 48 250 78 341 156 173 389 229 To a Highland Girl , To a Lady , 189 237 To an Indian Gold Coin , 193 To a Sleeping Child , 297 To a Wounded Singing Bird ...
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... beauty's glow , The high - born Lady Edderline . Lo ! the lamp's wan fitful light , Glide - gliding round the golden rim ; Restored to life , now glancing bright , Now just expiring , faint and dim ; Like a spirit loath to die ...
... beauty's glow , The high - born Lady Edderline . Lo ! the lamp's wan fitful light , Glide - gliding round the golden rim ; Restored to life , now glancing bright , Now just expiring , faint and dim ; Like a spirit loath to die ...
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... beauty laughs to heaven . So rising slowly from her couch , Like a nun in humblest guise , With one light and careless touch , O'er the snow above her eyes Her long dishevell'd hair she tricks , And with low sobs of gratitude To Him who ...
... beauty laughs to heaven . So rising slowly from her couch , Like a nun in humblest guise , With one light and careless touch , O'er the snow above her eyes Her long dishevell'd hair she tricks , And with low sobs of gratitude To Him who ...
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... beauty of her mirth . How seraph - like the silent greeting , Streaming from her dark - blue eyes , At their earliest matin meeting Upwards to the dark - blue skies ! Quickly glancing , gliding slowly , Child of mirth or melancholy , As ...
... beauty of her mirth . How seraph - like the silent greeting , Streaming from her dark - blue eyes , At their earliest matin meeting Upwards to the dark - blue skies ! Quickly glancing , gliding slowly , Child of mirth or melancholy , As ...
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... beauty of her motion ! Now through midnight's deepest noon , Howling to the wild monsoon , She sees God's anger flash around her , And the glorious vessel founder To one vain signal gun ! While in the lightning's ghastly glow The ...
... beauty of her motion ! Now through midnight's deepest noon , Howling to the wild monsoon , She sees God's anger flash around her , And the glorious vessel founder To one vain signal gun ! While in the lightning's ghastly glow The ...
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The Laurel and Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century Alaric Alexander Watts Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1867 |
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91 Lines ALARIC ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird bless'd bloom bosom breast breath bright brow call'd CAROLINE BOWLES cheek child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep dream earth Eugene Aram face fade fair Farewell fear feel flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grief hath heard heart heaven Here's hope hour JOHN KEATS kiss lady life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute lyre Mermaid Tavern MISS LANDON Mont Blanc morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd pride redundant song rock rose round seem'd shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tomb tree Twas voice wallflower wandering wave weep wild wild dance wind wings youth
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Sida 70 - 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 ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Sida 69 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt 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...
Sida 333 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Sida 70 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Sida 176 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story...
Sida 69 - 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...
Sida 71 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Sida 40 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Sida 27 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves...
Sida 379 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.