Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 sider |
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Side 59
... alleviates his pain : He creeps another step ; then stops again ; Till slowly , as his noiseless feet draw near , Its perfect lineaments at once appear ; Its crown of shivering ivy whispering peace , And its BLOOMFIELD . 59.
... alleviates his pain : He creeps another step ; then stops again ; Till slowly , as his noiseless feet draw near , Its perfect lineaments at once appear ; Its crown of shivering ivy whispering peace , And its BLOOMFIELD . 59.
Side 60
The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century. Its crown of shivering ivy whispering peace , And its white bark that fronts the moon's pale face . Now , whilst his blood mounts upward , now he knows The solid gain that from conviction flows ...
The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century. Its crown of shivering ivy whispering peace , And its white bark that fronts the moon's pale face . Now , whilst his blood mounts upward , now he knows The solid gain that from conviction flows ...
Side 67
... peaceful head , Born to be still , have they to wrangling led ! How many an honest zealot stolen from trade , And factious tools of pious pastors made ! With clews like these they tread the maze of state , These oracles explore , to ...
... peaceful head , Born to be still , have they to wrangling led ! How many an honest zealot stolen from trade , And factious tools of pious pastors made ! With clews like these they tread the maze of state , These oracles explore , to ...
Side 75
... peace till they delighted stand , And , at the altar - hand is join'd to hand . " Alas ! my child , there are who , dreaming so , Waste their fresh youth , and waking feel the woe ; There is no spirit sent the heart to move With such ...
... peace till they delighted stand , And , at the altar - hand is join'd to hand . " Alas ! my child , there are who , dreaming so , Waste their fresh youth , and waking feel the woe ; There is no spirit sent the heart to move With such ...
Side 81
... peaceful waterfall . Again they float before my sight , The bower , the flood , the glade ; Again on yon romantic height The Sybil's temple towers in light , Above the dark cascade . Down the steep cliff I wind my way Along the dim ...
... peaceful waterfall . Again they float before my sight , The bower , the flood , the glade ; Again on yon romantic height The Sybil's temple towers in light , Above the dark cascade . Down the steep cliff I wind my way Along the dim ...
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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 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Side 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
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 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Side 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Side 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
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 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.