Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 sider |
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... wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright ...
... wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright ...
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... winds blow keen where late the blossom grew , The bustling day and jovial night must come , The long - accustom'd feast of HARVEST - HOME . No blood - stain'd victory , in story bright , Can give the philosophic mind delight ; No ...
... winds blow keen where late the blossom grew , The bustling day and jovial night must come , The long - accustom'd feast of HARVEST - HOME . No blood - stain'd victory , in story bright , Can give the philosophic mind delight ; No ...
Side 81
... wind my way Along the dim retreat , And , ' mid the torrents ' deafening bray , Dash from my brow the foam away , Where clashing cataracts meet . And now I leave the rocks below , And issuing forth from night , View on the flakes that ...
... wind my way Along the dim retreat , And , ' mid the torrents ' deafening bray , Dash from my brow the foam away , Where clashing cataracts meet . And now I leave the rocks below , And issuing forth from night , View on the flakes that ...
Side 83
... winds softly breathe ; On what foundation based , securely rest The pillars of its strength ? -Securely rest ! On Herculaneum - on a sea of fire , Whose deluge swept the revellers from earth In madness of their mirth : Their gods ...
... winds softly breathe ; On what foundation based , securely rest The pillars of its strength ? -Securely rest ! On Herculaneum - on a sea of fire , Whose deluge swept the revellers from earth In madness of their mirth : Their gods ...
Side 89
... wind slow their wonted way Up craggy steeps and ridges rude ; Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey , From desert cave or hanging wood . And while the torrent thunders loud , And as the echoing cliffs reply , The huts peep o'er the ...
... wind slow their wonted way Up craggy steeps and ridges rude ; Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey , From desert cave or hanging wood . And while the torrent thunders loud , And as the echoing cliffs reply , The huts peep o'er the ...
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Side 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Side 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Side 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Side 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Side 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Side 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Side 111 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Side 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Side 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Side 105 - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.