Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Bind 11853 |
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Beautiful poetry. And pattering rain , and breathing dew , And airs of evening , and it knew That seldom - heard ... breath , Send up cold waters to the traveller With soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its ...
Beautiful poetry. And pattering rain , and breathing dew , And airs of evening , and it knew That seldom - heard ... breath , Send up cold waters to the traveller With soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its ...
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... breath to hear . A chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid ; Her satin snood , her silken plaid , Her golden brooch , such birth betray'd . And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxurious ringlets hid , Whose glossy black to shame might ...
... breath to hear . A chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid ; Her satin snood , her silken plaid , Her golden brooch , such birth betray'd . And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxurious ringlets hid , Whose glossy black to shame might ...
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... breathe From out their odorous beauty , like a wreath Of sunshine on life's hours ! Lightly upon thine eye Hath fallen the noontide sleep , my joyous bird ; And through thy parted lips the breath , scarce heard , Comes , like a summer ...
... breathe From out their odorous beauty , like a wreath Of sunshine on life's hours ! Lightly upon thine eye Hath fallen the noontide sleep , my joyous bird ; And through thy parted lips the breath , scarce heard , Comes , like a summer ...
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... breath that sway'd at once All their green tops , stole over him , and bow'd His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty . Ah , why Should we , in the world's riper years , neglect 40 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... breath that sway'd at once All their green tops , stole over him , and bow'd His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty . Ah , why Should we , in the world's riper years , neglect 40 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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... breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; —the barky trunks , the ground , The fresh moist ground , are all instinct with thee . Here is continual worship ; -Nature here , In the tranquillity that thou ...
... breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes , scarcely felt ; —the barky trunks , the ground , The fresh moist ground , are all instinct with thee . Here is continual worship ; -Nature here , In the tranquillity that thou ...
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Side 76 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Side 190 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 367 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Side 5 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Side 4 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 364 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Side 240 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star...
Side 53 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; 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 297 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.