The Poetical Works of Charles LambE. H. Butler, 1864 - Всего страниц: 117 |
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... silent shore , Shall we not meet , as heretofore , Some summer morning , When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day , A bliss that would not go away , A sweet fore - warning ? THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES . I HAVE had ...
... silent shore , Shall we not meet , as heretofore , Some summer morning , When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day , A bliss that would not go away , A sweet fore - warning ? THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES . I HAVE had ...
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... silence o'er that silent shade , Where , near the fountain , SOMETHING like DESPAIR Made , of that weeping willow , garlands for her hair . And eke with painful fingers she inwove Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn- “ The willow ...
... silence o'er that silent shade , Where , near the fountain , SOMETHING like DESPAIR Made , of that weeping willow , garlands for her hair . And eke with painful fingers she inwove Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn- “ The willow ...
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... silent scene , Shrouding her beauties in the lone retreat . No more I hear her footsteps in the shade : Her image only in these pleasant ways Meets me self - wandering , where in happier days I held free converse with the fair - haired ...
... silent scene , Shrouding her beauties in the lone retreat . No more I hear her footsteps in the shade : Her image only in these pleasant ways Meets me self - wandering , where in happier days I held free converse with the fair - haired ...
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... silent seem to moan The unseemly negligence of nature's hand , That left them so forlorn . O mistress of the passions ; What praise is thine , artist fine ! Who dost our souls against our sense command , Plucking SONNETS . 67 TO A ...
... silent seem to moan The unseemly negligence of nature's hand , That left them so forlorn . O mistress of the passions ; What praise is thine , artist fine ! Who dost our souls against our sense command , Plucking SONNETS . 67 TO A ...
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... silent meditation , Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation— Improbus Labor , which my spirits hath broke— I'd drink of time's rich cup , and never surfeit ; Fling in more days than went to make the gem That crowned the white top of ...
... silent meditation , Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation— Improbus Labor , which my spirits hath broke— I'd drink of time's rich cup , and never surfeit ; Fling in more days than went to make the gem That crowned the white top of ...
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ALBUM angel art thou Bacchus BALLAD beauty behold Black manhood comes Blanch blind bliss CANADIA Catherine Orkney CHARLES LAMB cheerful child cold costly palace Youth crowns dark deed Dido divine dost doth dream Enfield Ethiop fair fair-haired maid faithful faithless fancy father fear feel flower foes grace hand Harvard College hast hath heart heaven Herod Herodias High-born holy infant kiss knew lady LEONARDO DA VINCI live lone look Maiden Margaret marriage Martha Mary mind miss mother Muses ne'er Nereid night numbers o'er old familiar faces once penitent poor pride repentance rich round SABBATH BELLS saint Salome scarce SCHMOLZE sense shade shine sigh sight silent sleep smiles song soul spirits strain sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thoughts Thy Dream thy praise Twas verse virgin virtue walk wandering waters weep weeping willow whitest wretched workhouse young
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Стр. 21 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Стр. 20 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was train'd in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Стр. 38 - Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil, Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor, Monkey, Ape, and twenty more; Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe, — Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
Стр. 36 - Some few vapors thou may'st raise, The weak brain may serve to amaze, But to the reins and nobler heart Canst nor life nor heat impart. Brother of Bacchus, later born, The old world was sure forlorn Wanting thee, that aidest more The god's victories than, before, All his panthers, and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals.
Стр. 73 - Scorn of base action, deed dishonourable, Or aught unseemly. I remember well Her reverend image : I remember, too, With what a zeal she served her master's house ; And how the prattling tongue of garrulous...
Стр. 105 - Touch but a tip of him, a horn — 'tis well — He curls up in his sanctuary shell. He's his own landlord, his own tenant; stay Long as he will, he dreads no Quarter Day. Himself he boards and lodges ; both invites...
Стр. 51 - ON AN INFANT DYING AS SOON AS BORN. I SAW where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature's work. A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying ; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying : So soon to...
Стр. 35 - Bacchus' black servant, negro fine; Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take 'Gainst women : thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way, While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Faster than kisses or than death.
Стр. 68 - Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down To the ever-haunting importunity Of business in the green fields, and the town — To plough, loom, anvil, spade — and oh! most sad To that dry drudgery at the — desk's dead wood?
Стр. 22 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.