Works ...Derby & Jackson, 1859 |
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Side 26
... winds and crack your cheeks ? ràge ' blow . You càtărăcts and hurricànces , spòut , Till you have drènch'd our steeples , drèwn'd the cocks You sulphurous and thought - èxecuting fìres , Vaùnt couriers 26 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... winds and crack your cheeks ? ràge ' blow . You càtărăcts and hurricànces , spòut , Till you have drènch'd our steeples , drèwn'd the cocks You sulphurous and thought - èxecuting fìres , Vaùnt couriers 26 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
Side 34
... winds visit that of Eolus . The same time and quantity which are occasioned by the spiritual part of this secret , thus become its formal ones , —not feet and syllables , long and short , iambics or trochees ; which are the reduction of ...
... winds visit that of Eolus . The same time and quantity which are occasioned by the spiritual part of this secret , thus become its formal ones , —not feet and syllables , long and short , iambics or trochees ; which are the reduction of ...
Side 36
... wind - the bosom rose ; The fanning wind - and purling stream - continue her repose .. For a further variety take , from the same author's Theodore and Honoria , a passage in which the couplets are run one into the other , and all of it ...
... wind - the bosom rose ; The fanning wind - and purling stream - continue her repose .. For a further variety take , from the same author's Theodore and Honoria , a passage in which the couplets are run one into the other , and all of it ...
Side 38
... wind was high - the window shakes With sudden start the miser wakes ; Along the silent room he stalks , 66 ( A miser never stalks ; " but a rhyme was desired for " walks " ) Looks back , and trembles as he walks : Each lock and every ...
... wind was high - the window shakes With sudden start the miser wakes ; Along the silent room he stalks , 66 ( A miser never stalks ; " but a rhyme was desired for " walks " ) Looks back , and trembles as he walks : Each lock and every ...
Side 40
... wind that moaneth bleak · ( This " bleak moaning " is a witch's ) There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan ...
... wind that moaneth bleak · ( This " bleak moaning " is a witch's ) There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan ...
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Side 219 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Side 189 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 252 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Side 252 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Side 177 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Side 233 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Side 194 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Side 88 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Side 250 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Side 186 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus