Rogers to HemansRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... Nights .. 582 701 The Happy Hours . 583 701 Peace ! What do Tears avail ?. 583 702 The Night is closing round , Mother . 583 A Love - Song .. 702 583 703 Life . 583 Song over a Child .. 703 583 The Night before the Bridal . 584 704 A ...
... Nights .. 582 701 The Happy Hours . 583 701 Peace ! What do Tears avail ?. 583 702 The Night is closing round , Mother . 583 A Love - Song .. 702 583 703 Life . 583 Song over a Child .. 703 583 The Night before the Bridal . 584 704 A ...
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... night . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond the search of sense , the soar of thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full , its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her ...
... night . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond the search of sense , the soar of thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full , its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her ...
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... night of caverns led ; Some ancient cataract's deserted bed . High on exulting wind the heath - cock rose And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of ...
... night of caverns led ; Some ancient cataract's deserted bed . High on exulting wind the heath - cock rose And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of ...
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... night and chaos hurl'd , ) Still sit as on the fragment of a world ; Surviving all , majestic and alone ? What though the spirits of the north , that swept Rome from the earth , when in her pomp she slept , Smote thee with fury , and ...
... night and chaos hurl'd , ) Still sit as on the fragment of a world ; Surviving all , majestic and alone ? What though the spirits of the north , that swept Rome from the earth , when in her pomp she slept , Smote thee with fury , and ...
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... night that reach his ear . His darker form stalk'd through the sable gloom With gestures discomposed and features keen , That might not in the face of day be seen , Like some upblessed spirit from the tomb . Night after night , and day ...
... night that reach his ear . His darker form stalk'd through the sable gloom With gestures discomposed and features keen , That might not in the face of day be seen , Like some upblessed spirit from the tomb . Night after night , and day ...
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arms art thou beauty beneath blood bosom bower Branksome hall breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds courser cried dark dead dear death deep delight Deloraine dread dream Drury Lane E'en earth fair falchion fear fire flowers frae gazed gentle Gondoline grace grave green hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour John Tod king lady land lassie light living lonely look look'd Lord loud maid Marmion mind minstrel morn mountain ne'er night nymph o'er pass'd peace pibroch pride rapture rill rock rose round Scotland Scottish seem'd shade shore sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood stream sweet tale tears tell tempest thee thine thou thought turn'd Twas vale vex'd voice wandering wave ween wild wind youth
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Sida 223 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied : — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Sida 150 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Sida 339 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Sida 151 - Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The.. light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile, Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile; On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss.
Sida 459 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sida 344 - twas like all instruments. Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Sida 223 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Sida 345 - The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Sida 291 - The bride at the altar; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges ; Come with your fighting gear, Broad-swords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Sida 491 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.