The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 sider |
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... soft desire , To melt as mist before the day , Into those heavenly charms away ' ! I fancy I can see her now- Fair as the moon her arching brow ! The long dark lashes of her eye , The deep blue shaded of the sky ; And as when ope the ...
... soft desire , To melt as mist before the day , Into those heavenly charms away ' ! I fancy I can see her now- Fair as the moon her arching brow ! The long dark lashes of her eye , The deep blue shaded of the sky ; And as when ope the ...
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... soft - breathed tale , Tears dimmed thy mild blue eyes ; Joy's radiant light swam in their depths , As sunlight in the skies . Dost recollect , when first our lips Met for a little space ? Our very souls came rushing up , Tojoin in ...
... soft - breathed tale , Tears dimmed thy mild blue eyes ; Joy's radiant light swam in their depths , As sunlight in the skies . Dost recollect , when first our lips Met for a little space ? Our very souls came rushing up , Tojoin in ...
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... soft blue eyes were closed Not in the balmy dream of downy rest , In Death's embrace the shrouded babe reposed ; It slept the dreamless sleep that wakes no more . A low sigh struggled in her heaving breast , But yet she wept not : hers ...
... soft blue eyes were closed Not in the balmy dream of downy rest , In Death's embrace the shrouded babe reposed ; It slept the dreamless sleep that wakes no more . A low sigh struggled in her heaving breast , But yet she wept not : hers ...
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... soft perfume With viewless influence . And hark , my Love ! The sea - breeze moans Thro ' yon reft house ! O'er rolling stones With broad impetuous sweep , The fast encroaching tides supply The silence of the cloudless sky With mimic ...
... soft perfume With viewless influence . And hark , my Love ! The sea - breeze moans Thro ' yon reft house ! O'er rolling stones With broad impetuous sweep , The fast encroaching tides supply The silence of the cloudless sky With mimic ...
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... soft retreat of flowers , Where genial sunbeams ever stay To while away the tedious hours . Winter , with cold and withering form , Invades no spot of that fair clime ; No blasting winds rush o'er the fields , Dispersing sweets or ...
... soft retreat of flowers , Where genial sunbeams ever stay To while away the tedious hours . Winter , with cold and withering form , Invades no spot of that fair clime ; No blasting winds rush o'er the fields , Dispersing sweets or ...
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The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest Poems - Primary Source Edition Anonymous,BiblioBazaar Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
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angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
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Side 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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...
Side 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Side 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Side 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Side 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Side 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Side 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Side 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...