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... silence the critics forever . This none would have blamed ; but he freighted his 66 shippe of fooles " with the name of every poet , and almost every man of his acquaintance . He frequently too changed his coloring in the course of his ...
... silence the critics forever . This none would have blamed ; but he freighted his 66 shippe of fooles " with the name of every poet , and almost every man of his acquaintance . He frequently too changed his coloring in the course of his ...
Side 30
... silence of the soul ? When like the hush'd wave in the moveless wind , Still , in their depth , the tides of feeling roll ! There was no motion on the heaving wave , There was no passion in the heart's full swell , But a calm wish ...
... silence of the soul ? When like the hush'd wave in the moveless wind , Still , in their depth , the tides of feeling roll ! There was no motion on the heaving wave , There was no passion in the heart's full swell , But a calm wish ...
Side 54
... silent . The following stanzas , from the " Evening Lake , " still further illus- trate the combined liveliness and sim- plicity of some of his pictures . How softly o'er the silver lake Our little pinnace glides along , As if the prow ...
... silent . The following stanzas , from the " Evening Lake , " still further illus- trate the combined liveliness and sim- plicity of some of his pictures . How softly o'er the silver lake Our little pinnace glides along , As if the prow ...
Side 63
... silent throngs of that burial - place . They were imaged there with helm and spear , As leaders in many a bold career , And haughty their stillness look'd and high , Like a sleep whose dreams were of victory : But meekly the voice of ...
... silent throngs of that burial - place . They were imaged there with helm and spear , As leaders in many a bold career , And haughty their stillness look'd and high , Like a sleep whose dreams were of victory : But meekly the voice of ...
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... Silence is dreaming o'er the universe , Lulling the pulse of nature ! Such a night , Methinks , descended on the infant world , When twilight first prepared her starry bed To rest the young sun on his journey- nights So calm and ...
... Silence is dreaming o'er the universe , Lulling the pulse of nature ! Such a night , Methinks , descended on the infant world , When twilight first prepared her starry bed To rest the young sun on his journey- nights So calm and ...
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Side 120 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Side 470 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Side 415 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Side 370 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Side 470 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child !
Side 120 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Side 367 - We have laughed at little jests ; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts ; But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow. We have been gay together: Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together ; We have wept, with bitter tears, O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years ; The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow.
Side 121 - Previously to my departure, it had been strongly impressed on my mind, that Lord Byron was under the influence of insanity. This opinion was derived in a great measure from the communications made to me by his nearest relatives and personal attendant, who had more opportunities than myself of observing him during the latter part of my stay in town.
Side 196 - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than...
Side 119 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...