Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 sider |
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... Mountain Children 390 BAILLIE . HERVEY . A Twilight Landscape 394 • To a Child The Kitten 363 The Convict Ship 364 I am all Alone 395 · 396 Welcome Bat and Owlet Gray She Sleeps , that Still and Placid Sleep • .398 TENNYSON . BAYLY ...
... Mountain Children 390 BAILLIE . HERVEY . A Twilight Landscape 394 • To a Child The Kitten 363 The Convict Ship 364 I am all Alone 395 · 396 Welcome Bat and Owlet Gray She Sleeps , that Still and Placid Sleep • .398 TENNYSON . BAYLY ...
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... mountains bare , The grass , and the green fields , " are things sacred : he has an alchymy of his own , by which he draws from them " a kind of quintessence ; " and , rejecting the " gross mat- ter , " presents to us the purest ore ...
... mountains bare , The grass , and the green fields , " are things sacred : he has an alchymy of his own , by which he draws from them " a kind of quintessence ; " and , rejecting the " gross mat- ter , " presents to us the purest ore ...
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... mountains throng , The winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the world is gay : Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; — Thou child of joy . Shout round me ...
... mountains throng , The winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the world is gay : Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; — Thou child of joy . Shout round me ...
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... mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , — And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . ' The floating clouds their state shall lend To her , for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in ...
... mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , — And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . ' The floating clouds their state shall lend To her , for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in ...
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... the Pontic monarch of old days ,. He fed on poisons , and they had no power , - But were a kind of nutriment : he lived Through that which had been death to many men , And made him friends of mountains ! with the stars 36 BYRON .
... the Pontic monarch of old days ,. He fed on poisons , and they had no power , - But were a kind of nutriment : he lived Through that which had been death to many men , And made him friends of mountains ! with the stars 36 BYRON .
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Side 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 58 - 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.
Side 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Side 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Side 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Side 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Side 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Side 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Side 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Side 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.