The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 sider |
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... Thou canst not be too wise for heaven , If thou dost humbly consecrate Thy soul to God ! and ever take In his good book delight ; there lies The highest knowledge , which will make Thy soul unto salvation wise ! My little boy , thou ...
... Thou canst not be too wise for heaven , If thou dost humbly consecrate Thy soul to God ! and ever take In his good book delight ; there lies The highest knowledge , which will make Thy soul unto salvation wise ! My little boy , thou ...
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... thou poor dust , For which the soul of man is often sold ; Yet wast thou not by evil traffic won , Nor got by fraud , nor wrung from poverty- God blessed the labourer while he toiled for thee , And may'st thou bless the widow ! -lie thou ...
... thou poor dust , For which the soul of man is often sold ; Yet wast thou not by evil traffic won , Nor got by fraud , nor wrung from poverty- God blessed the labourer while he toiled for thee , And may'st thou bless the widow ! -lie thou ...
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... Thou shalt be my true breast - plate , My heart's joy , my night and day companion ! [ He shrinks into the shade , and lies close But hence ! this is no land of safety for me . under the bank . Man . Now , by your leave , good friend ...
... Thou shalt be my true breast - plate , My heart's joy , my night and day companion ! [ He shrinks into the shade , and lies close But hence ! this is no land of safety for me . under the bank . Man . Now , by your leave , good friend ...
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... thou ? Albert . All that is beautiful resembles thee , And what resembles thee I love , my Edah ! But know'st thou we must part ? Edah . Why must we part ? Oh , no ! thou said'st we would not part till death ! Albert . A spirit from my ...
... thou ? Albert . All that is beautiful resembles thee , And what resembles thee I love , my Edah ! But know'st thou we must part ? Edah . Why must we part ? Oh , no ! thou said'st we would not part till death ! Albert . A spirit from my ...
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... thou art young ! -thou must - thou must have pity ! Albert . I have a mother - but she would not know me- The savage creatures are my kindred now ! But I will love thee , Angela - will make Thee queen o ' th ' sea - I'll wed thee with ...
... thou art young ! -thou must - thou must have pity ! Albert . I have a mother - but she would not know me- The savage creatures are my kindred now ! But I will love thee , Angela - will make Thee queen o ' th ' sea - I'll wed thee with ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ANNE BOLEYN ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Side 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Side 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Side 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Side 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Side 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Side 46 - 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.
Side 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Side 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Side 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Side 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.