The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 sider |
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... light gnat hovers o'er the stream , The May - fly on the lake ? Or if , by instinct taught to know Approaching dearth of insect food , To isles and willowy aits you go , And crowding on the pliant bough , Sink in the dimpling flood ...
... light gnat hovers o'er the stream , The May - fly on the lake ? Or if , by instinct taught to know Approaching dearth of insect food , To isles and willowy aits you go , And crowding on the pliant bough , Sink in the dimpling flood ...
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... light direct : - " On hope , in mine own sober light , I gaze , But should be blind , and lose it , in your blaze . " In times severe , when many a sturdy swain Felt it his pride , his comfort , to complain ; Isaac their wants would ...
... light direct : - " On hope , in mine own sober light , I gaze , But should be blind , and lose it , in your blaze . " In times severe , when many a sturdy swain Felt it his pride , his comfort , to complain ; Isaac their wants would ...
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... light ; The clear effulgence of the blaze is such , The brilliant plumage shines so heavenly bright , That mortal eyes turn dazzled from the sight ; A youth he seems in manhood's freshest years . Round his fair neck , as clinging with ...
... light ; The clear effulgence of the blaze is such , The brilliant plumage shines so heavenly bright , That mortal eyes turn dazzled from the sight ; A youth he seems in manhood's freshest years . Round his fair neck , as clinging with ...
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... light , what soft o'erflowing urn , Are all these lamps so fill'd ? -these friendly lamps , For ever streaming o'er the azure deep To point our path , and light us to our home . How soft they slide along their lucid spheres ! And 74.
... light , what soft o'erflowing urn , Are all these lamps so fill'd ? -these friendly lamps , For ever streaming o'er the azure deep To point our path , and light us to our home . How soft they slide along their lucid spheres ! And 74.
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... light From the proud regent of our scanty day ; Sons of the morning , first - born of creation , And only less than HIM who marks their track , And guides their fiery wheels . Here must I stop , Or is there aught beyond ? What hand ...
... light From the proud regent of our scanty day ; Sons of the morning , first - born of creation , And only less than HIM who marks their track , And guides their fiery wheels . Here must I stop , Or is there aught beyond ? What hand ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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Side 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Side 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Side 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Side 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Side 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Side 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Side 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Side 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Side 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.