The Poems of Charles WolfeA. H. Bullen, 1903 - 61 sider |
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... hand- writing is reproduced by kind permission of the President and Council of the Royal Irish Academy . The editor's thanks for much kind assistance are especially due to the Rev. John Gwynn , D.D. , Regius Professor of Divinity in ...
... hand- writing is reproduced by kind permission of the President and Council of the Royal Irish Academy . The editor's thanks for much kind assistance are especially due to the Rev. John Gwynn , D.D. , Regius Professor of Divinity in ...
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... hand ; Serene was her look , though displeased , As she uttered her awful command . VIII . " Thy tears and thy pity employ For the thoughtless , the giddy , the vain , - But those who my blessings enjoy Thy tears and thy pity disdain ...
... hand ; Serene was her look , though displeased , As she uttered her awful command . VIII . " Thy tears and thy pity employ For the thoughtless , the giddy , the vain , - But those who my blessings enjoy Thy tears and thy pity disdain ...
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... hand - writing on a single quarto sheet , on the fourth page of which it is stated that " the first of these poems was lately published in a magazine " -the last two are unpublished . The Sonnet , together with two stanzas from " The ...
... hand - writing on a single quarto sheet , on the fourth page of which it is stated that " the first of these poems was lately published in a magazine " -the last two are unpublished . The Sonnet , together with two stanzas from " The ...
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... hand his slumber breaking ; For the coffined sleep of the good and just Is a sure and certain waking ; The people's heart is his funeral urn , And should sculptured stone be denied him , There will his name be found , when in turn We ...
... hand his slumber breaking ; For the coffined sleep of the good and just Is a sure and certain waking ; The people's heart is his funeral urn , And should sculptured stone be denied him , There will his name be found , when in turn We ...
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... hands of health ; how oft beneath his wing Thy children would have gathered , O Jeru- salem ! - Thou art not mortal - thou didst come from Heaven , Spirit of patriotism ! thou art divine ! Then , seraph ! where thy first descent on ...
... hands of health ; how oft beneath his wing Thy children would have gathered , O Jeru- salem ! - Thou art not mortal - thou didst come from Heaven , Spirit of patriotism ! thou art divine ! Then , seraph ! where thy first descent on ...
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Abel Abel's Anster Archdeacon Russell authorship Beauty behold breeze Britain brother brow Burial of Sir Cain Captain Medwin's Charles Dickinson CHARLES WOLFE charm college friend copy darkness delight dread Dublin Dublin University e'en Edinburgh Annual edition Erin's father forget Gaul Gaul's gaze George Grierson glory glow grave hear heard heart Heaven horrors individuality of feeling INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR Jugurtha LAST ROSE letter lines look lyrical Marius mind Mortimer O'Sullivan mountain mournful ne'er never NOTE Numidia o'er pity poet poet's poetical poetry printed Rome ROSE OF SUMMER Royal Irish Academy Russell's Saragossa scarcely seems sing Sir John Moore sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul Spain spirit stanzas stern sweet Tagus talents tears thee thou hast thought tion trembling Trinity College Twas vengeance verses volume warm weep wild harp woes Wolfe Tone Wolfe's college Wolfe's poem written youth
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Side 2 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 3 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more ! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain ! But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead...
Side 2 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Side 1 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Side 4 - And still upon that face I look And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain ! But when I speak, thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may. Sweet Mary, thou art dead ! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, — I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been...
Side 2 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 4 - Sweet Mary, thou art dead! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own; But there I lay thee in thy grave, — And I am now alone! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart In thinking, too, of thee; Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could...
Side 2 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Side 5 - Go, forget me — why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling ? Go. forget me — and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile — though I shall not be near thee, Sing, though I shall never hear thee; May thy soul with pleasure shine Lasting as the gloom of mine.
Side 6 - Like the sun, thy presence glowing, Clothes the meanest things in light; And when thou, like him, art going, Loveliest objects fade in night. All things looked so bright about thee, That they nothing seem without thee; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too, refined. Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul that fell; Go, for me no longer beaming — Hope and Beauty! fare ye well!