Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. DulckenHenry William Dulcken 1860 |
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... Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly ...
... Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly ...
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... art thou dreaming here ? Sure thou art come o'er far - off seas , A wonder to these garden - trees ! Strange is thy pallor , strange thy dress , Strange , above all , thy length of tress , And this all - solemn silentness ! The lady ...
... art thou dreaming here ? Sure thou art come o'er far - off seas , A wonder to these garden - trees ! Strange is thy pallor , strange thy dress , Strange , above all , thy length of tress , And this all - solemn silentness ! The lady ...
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... thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher , From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And singing still dost soar , and soaring ever singest . 54 THE ...
... thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher , From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And singing still dost soar , and soaring ever singest . 54 THE ...
Side 54
... Thou dost float and run , Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun . The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight , Thou art unseen , but yet I hear thy shrill delight . Keen as are the ...
... Thou dost float and run , Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun . The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight , Thou art unseen , but yet I hear thy shrill delight . Keen as are the ...
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... thy dwelling - place— Oh , to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud , Far in the downy cloud , Love gives it energy , love gave it birth ; Where on thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy ...
... thy dwelling - place— Oh , to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud , Far in the downy cloud , Love gives it energy , love gave it birth ; Where on thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy ...
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Side 55 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
Side 137 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Side 14 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Side 156 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 27 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 115 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Side 138 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
Side 22 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 121 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Side 56 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.