The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - Всего страниц: 616 |
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... bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear , And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance . They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to left , they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with ...
... bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear , And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance . They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to left , they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with ...
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... bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tower . CALM AND STORM . OFT when the winter storm had ceas'd to rave , He roam'd the snowy waste at even , to view The cloud stupendous , from th ' Atlantic wave High towering , sail ...
... bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tower . CALM AND STORM . OFT when the winter storm had ceas'd to rave , He roam'd the snowy waste at even , to view The cloud stupendous , from th ' Atlantic wave High towering , sail ...
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... bower Let me at last recline , Where Solitude , mild , modest Power , Leans on her ivied shrine . " How shall I woo thee , matchless Fair ? Thy heavenly smile how win ? Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care , And stills the storm ...
... bower Let me at last recline , Where Solitude , mild , modest Power , Leans on her ivied shrine . " How shall I woo thee , matchless Fair ? Thy heavenly smile how win ? Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care , And stills the storm ...
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... bowers explore , O guard from harm his hoary head , And listen to his lore ; For he of joys divine shall tell , That wean from earthly woe , And triumph o'er the mighty spell That chains his heart below . For me , no more the path ...
... bowers explore , O guard from harm his hoary head , And listen to his lore ; For he of joys divine shall tell , That wean from earthly woe , And triumph o'er the mighty spell That chains his heart below . For me , no more the path ...
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... In Afric , does the sultry gale , Through spicy bower , and palmy grove , Bear the repeated Cuckoo's tale ? Dwells there a time , the wandering Rail , Or the itinerant Dove ? THE SWALLOW . Were you in Asia ? O relate 27 CHARLOTTE SMITH .
... In Afric , does the sultry gale , Through spicy bower , and palmy grove , Bear the repeated Cuckoo's tale ? Dwells there a time , the wandering Rail , Or the itinerant Dove ? THE SWALLOW . Were you in Asia ? O relate 27 CHARLOTTE SMITH .
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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Стр. 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Стр. 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Стр. 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Стр. 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Стр. 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Стр. 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Стр. 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.