Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... soon forgot . As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute , The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute ; No song but sad dirges , Like the wind through a ruined cell , Or the mournful surges That ring the ...
... soon forgot . As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute , The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute ; No song but sad dirges , Like the wind through a ruined cell , Or the mournful surges That ring the ...
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... soon they fall , Survive their joy and all Which ours we call . Whilst skies are blue and bright , Whilst flowers are gay , Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day ; Whilst yet the calm hours creep , Dream thou - and from ...
... soon they fall , Survive their joy and all Which ours we call . Whilst skies are blue and bright , Whilst flowers are gay , Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day ; Whilst yet the calm hours creep , Dream thou - and from ...
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... soon , Did companion thee . Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed , Or the death they bear , The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle , in the darkness , in the need , Shall mine ...
... soon , Did companion thee . Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed , Or the death they bear , The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle , in the darkness , in the need , Shall mine ...
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... soon , am not well whilst thou art far ; As sunset to the sphered moon , As twilight to the western star , Thou , beloved , art to me . Oh ! Mary dear , that you were here ; The Castle echo whispers " Here ! " Este , September 1818 ...
... soon , am not well whilst thou art far ; As sunset to the sphered moon , As twilight to the western star , Thou , beloved , art to me . Oh ! Mary dear , that you were here ; The Castle echo whispers " Here ! " Este , September 1818 ...
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... soon - my knell Will mix it's music with that merry bell , Does it not sound as if they sweetly said ' We toll a corpse out of a marriage bed ? ' The flowers upon my bridal chamber strewn Will serve unfaded 30 GINEVRA .
... soon - my knell Will mix it's music with that merry bell , Does it not sound as if they sweetly said ' We toll a corpse out of a marriage bed ? ' The flowers upon my bridal chamber strewn Will serve unfaded 30 GINEVRA .
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æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
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Стр. 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 131 - 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...
Стр. 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Стр. 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Стр. 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Стр. 129 - 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...
Стр. 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Стр. 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Стр. 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.