Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 sider |
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... feel , On all we know and all we fear , First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes , and then our fears - and when These are dead , the debt is due , Dust claims dust - and we die too . All things that we love and cherish , Like ...
... feel , On all we know and all we fear , First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes , and then our fears - and when These are dead , the debt is due , Dust claims dust - and we die too . All things that we love and cherish , Like ...
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... feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it , One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother , And Pity from thee more dear , Than that from another . I can give not what men call love , But wilt thou accept not The ...
... feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it , One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother , And Pity from thee more dear , Than that from another . I can give not what men call love , But wilt thou accept not The ...
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... feel , to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly , And dream the rest - and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen , Couldst thou but be as thou hast been . After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re - appear , All things ...
... feel , to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly , And dream the rest - and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen , Couldst thou but be as thou hast been . After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re - appear , All things ...
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... feel for me . SONG OF A SPIRIT . WITHIN the silent centre of the earth My mansion is ; where I have lived insphered From the beginning , and around my sleep Have woven all the wondrous imagery Of this dim spot , which mortals call the ...
... feel for me . SONG OF A SPIRIT . WITHIN the silent centre of the earth My mansion is ; where I have lived insphered From the beginning , and around my sleep Have woven all the wondrous imagery Of this dim spot , which mortals call the ...
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... feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with ...
... feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with ...
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æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
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Side 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Side 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Side 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Side 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Side 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Side 129 - 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 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Side 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Side 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.