The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 - 222 sidor |
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... wild to hear How boastful fathers taunt me with their breed , Saying , We shall not die nor disappear , But in these other selves , ourselves succeed , Ev'n as ripe flowers pass into their seed Only to be renew'd from prime to prime ...
... wild to hear How boastful fathers taunt me with their breed , Saying , We shall not die nor disappear , But in these other selves , ourselves succeed , Ev'n as ripe flowers pass into their seed Only to be renew'd from prime to prime ...
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... wild cats intrude , Till we were come beside an ancient tree Late blasted by a storm . Here he renew'd His loud complaints , — choosing that spot to be The scene of his last horrid tragedy . LXXVII . " It was a wild and melancholy glen ...
... wild cats intrude , Till we were come beside an ancient tree Late blasted by a storm . Here he renew'd His loud complaints , — choosing that spot to be The scene of his last horrid tragedy . LXXVII . " It was a wild and melancholy glen ...
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... wild fowl of his deadly sports . CXI . " For these are kindly ministers of nature , To soothe all covert hurts and dumb distress ; Pretty they be , and very small of stature , For mercy still consorts with littleness ; Wherefore the sum ...
... wild fowl of his deadly sports . CXI . " For these are kindly ministers of nature , To soothe all covert hurts and dumb distress ; Pretty they be , and very small of stature , For mercy still consorts with littleness ; Wherefore the sum ...
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... mingle breaths with dainty eglantine And honeysuckles sweet , nor yet forget Some pastoral flowery chaplets to entwine , To vie the thoughts about his brow benign ! ― CXXII . " Let no wild things astonish him or MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 61.
... mingle breaths with dainty eglantine And honeysuckles sweet , nor yet forget Some pastoral flowery chaplets to entwine , To vie the thoughts about his brow benign ! ― CXXII . " Let no wild things astonish him or MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 61.
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... wild things astonish him or fear him , But tell them all how mild he is of heart , Till e'en the timid hares go frankly near him , And eke the dappled does , yet never start ; Nor shall their fawns into the thickets dart , Nor wrens ...
... wild things astonish him or fear him , But tell them all how mild he is of heart , Till e'en the timid hares go frankly near him , And eke the dappled does , yet never start ; Nor shall their fawns into the thickets dart , Nor wrens ...
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The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ... Thomas Hood Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1827 |
The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies, Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ... Thomas Hood Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1827 |
The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ... Thomas Hood Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1827 |
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arms art thou beauty BEDFONT billows birds bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brine Brooklets brow buds CENTAUR cheeks churl Circe clouds cold cowslips dark dead dear death deep delight dewy dost dream elfin elves Ev'n eyes face faint fair fairy fancy farewell fear fled flow'rs gaze gentle gloom golden gone grass green grief hair hand HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath heart heav'n HERO AND LEANDER hollow kiss Leander leaves light lily lips live locks look'd looks Love's LYCUS magic Meanwhile melancholy mirth moon morn mortal Naiad night o'er pale pearls pity pluck'd poison'd Puck quoth Robin Goodfellow rose round Sappho Saturn scythe shade shadows shine sighs sing skies sleep smiles SONNET sorrow soul stamp'd Stept stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree turn'd warm wave weep wept Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings
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Sida 188 - 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. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Sida 186 - Tis nothing but the heron's cry, And plover's answer shrill ; My child is flown on wilder wings, Than they have ever spread, And I may even walk a waste That widened when she fled.
Sida 158 - Fair Ines had always, for me, an inexpressible charm : O saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down. And rob the world of rest : She took our daylight with her, The smiles that we love best, With morning blushes on her cheek, And pearls upon her breast.
Sida 187 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Sida 171 - Where are the songs of Summer ? — With the sun, Oping the dusky eyelids of the South, Till shade and silence waken up as one, And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth. Where are the merry birds ? — Away, away, On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noon-day, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.
Sida 159 - Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, With music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.
Sida 206 - s in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning ;Cold winter gives warning. The rivers run chill, The red sun is sinking, And I am grown old, And life is fast shrinking ;— Here's enow for sad thinking ! ODE TO MELANCHOLY.
Sida 173 - There is enough of wither'd everywhere To make her bower,— and enough of gloom ; There is enough of sadness to invite, If only for the rose that died, whose doom Is Beauty's,— she that with the living bloom Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light ; There is enough of sorrowing, and quite Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear, — Enough of chilly droppings from her bowl ; Enough of fear and shadowy despair, To frame her cloudy prison for the soul 1 SONNET. IT is not death...
Sida 182 - Deeply ripened ;— such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Sida 153 - The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No ' satis ' to the ' jams ! '— When that I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! FAIR IXE3.