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... eye ; With sweet astonishment he smiled ; The Gipsy saw - she stole the child ; And soft on her ambrosial breast Sang ... eyes with mild control Sleep like a soft enchantment stole , Charm'd into life his airy schemes , And realized his ...
... eye ; With sweet astonishment he smiled ; The Gipsy saw - she stole the child ; And soft on her ambrosial breast Sang ... eyes with mild control Sleep like a soft enchantment stole , Charm'd into life his airy schemes , And realized his ...
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... eyes : He spake ; and my poor name He named ; " Of me thou hast not been ashamed : These deeds shall thy memorial be ; Fear not , thou didst them unto Me . " INCOGNITA . IMAGE of one , who lived of yore ! Hail to that lovely mien , Once ...
... eyes : He spake ; and my poor name He named ; " Of me thou hast not been ashamed : These deeds shall thy memorial be ; Fear not , thou didst them unto Me . " INCOGNITA . IMAGE of one , who lived of yore ! Hail to that lovely mien , Once ...
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... eyes away ; I look'd upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . " I look'd to heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My heart as dry as dust . " I closed my lids , and ...
... eyes away ; I look'd upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . " I look'd to heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My heart as dry as dust . " I closed my lids , and ...
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... eye most silently Up to the moon is cast- " If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim , See ... eyes from theirs , Nor turn them up to pray . " And now this spell was snapt : once more I view'd the ocean green ...
... eye most silently Up to the moon is cast- " If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim , See ... eyes from theirs , Nor turn them up to pray . " And now this spell was snapt : once more I view'd the ocean green ...
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... eyes , And pray'd where he did sit . " I took the oars : the pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laugh'd loud and long , and all the while His eyes went to and fro . " Ha ha ! ' quoth he , full plain I see , The devil knows how to row ...
... eyes , And pray'd where he did sit . " I took the oars : the pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laugh'd loud and long , and all the while His eyes went to and fro . " Ha ha ! ' quoth he , full plain I see , The devil knows how to row ...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1845 |
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Sida 51 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 188 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Sida 58 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Sida 230 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Sida 310 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Sida 91 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Sida 68 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar, " Now tread we a measure,
Sida 306 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Sida 57 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us,...
Sida 237 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.