Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - Всего страниц: 490 |
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... pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of ...
... pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of ...
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... pale face . Now , whilst his blood mounts upward , now he knows The solid gain that from conviction flows ; And strengthen'd Confidence shall hence fulfil ( With conscious Innocence more valued still ) The dreariest task that winter ...
... pale face . Now , whilst his blood mounts upward , now he knows The solid gain that from conviction flows ; And strengthen'd Confidence shall hence fulfil ( With conscious Innocence more valued still ) The dreariest task that winter ...
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... pale , And this the purport of her artless tale . " I have no parents , and no friends beside : I well remember when my mother died— My brother cried ; and so did I that day ; We had no father - he was gone away . That night we left our ...
... pale , And this the purport of her artless tale . " I have no parents , and no friends beside : I well remember when my mother died— My brother cried ; and so did I that day ; We had no father - he was gone away . That night we left our ...
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... pale her cheek , unmark'd with roseate hue , Nor beam'd from her mild eye a dazzling glance , Nor flash'd her nameless graces on the sight : Yet Beauty never woke such pure delight . Fine was her form , as Dian's in the dance : Her ...
... pale her cheek , unmark'd with roseate hue , Nor beam'd from her mild eye a dazzling glance , Nor flash'd her nameless graces on the sight : Yet Beauty never woke such pure delight . Fine was her form , as Dian's in the dance : Her ...
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... gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale ; His wife , another , not his Eleonora , At once his nurse and his interpreter . G THE GIPSY . Down by yon hazel copse , at ROGERS . 93.
... gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale ; His wife , another , not his Eleonora , At once his nurse and his interpreter . G THE GIPSY . Down by yon hazel copse , at ROGERS . 93.
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Стр. 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,
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 111 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Стр. 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Стр. 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Стр. 105 - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.