The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 sidor |
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... soft autumn days which she loved so much , and when her familiar lanes and dingles wear their sweetest colours . She had compared her old abode to a bird - cage that might be laid on a shelf , or hung upon a tree ; and her latest ...
... soft autumn days which she loved so much , and when her familiar lanes and dingles wear their sweetest colours . She had compared her old abode to a bird - cage that might be laid on a shelf , or hung upon a tree ; and her latest ...
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... soft receptacle , in which , secure , Thy rudiments should sleep the winter through . So Fancy dreams . Disprove it , if ye can , Ye reas'ners broad awake , whose busy search Of argument , employ'd too oft amiss , Sifts half the ...
... soft receptacle , in which , secure , Thy rudiments should sleep the winter through . So Fancy dreams . Disprove it , if ye can , Ye reas'ners broad awake , whose busy search Of argument , employ'd too oft amiss , Sifts half the ...
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... soft spirit holds her rural court ; But fix thine eye attentive to the plain , And mark the varying wonders of her reign . " As thus she spoke , she pois'd her airy seat High o'er a plain exhaling every sweet ; For round its precincts ...
... soft spirit holds her rural court ; But fix thine eye attentive to the plain , And mark the varying wonders of her reign . " As thus she spoke , she pois'd her airy seat High o'er a plain exhaling every sweet ; For round its precincts ...
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... soft breast with pity seems to pant , And shrinks at every shrinking of the plant . Around their sovereign , on the verdant ground , Sweet airy forms in mystic measures bound . Unnumber'd damsels different charms display , Pensive with ...
... soft breast with pity seems to pant , And shrinks at every shrinking of the plant . Around their sovereign , on the verdant ground , Sweet airy forms in mystic measures bound . Unnumber'd damsels different charms display , Pensive with ...
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... soft minstrel of the early year ! Ah ! ' twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew , And pour thy music on the night's dull ear . Whether on Spring thy wandering flights await , Or whether silent in our groves you dwell , The pensive Muse ...
... soft minstrel of the early year ! Ah ! ' twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew , And pour thy music on the night's dull ear . Whether on Spring thy wandering flights await , Or whether silent in our groves you dwell , The pensive Muse ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers fond friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour Kilmeny knew Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks round round the twisted scene seem'd shade shines shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings wood youth
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Sida 467 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Sida 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.
Sida 138 - 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. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Sida 137 - 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 441 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Sida 454 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Sida 155 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 442 - So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people, winning reverence. But now much honour and much fame were lost.
Sida 20 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Sida 192 - 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...