The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - Всего страниц: 480 |
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... Weariness 102 Love's Bitter Word The sleeping Beauty Memory Fond Attachment Epithalamium .. O say not Woman's Love is ... weary lot is mine 179 Here's the Bower .. ib . Mary , I believed thee true 143 ... She was a phantom of delight 180 ...
... Weariness 102 Love's Bitter Word The sleeping Beauty Memory Fond Attachment Epithalamium .. O say not Woman's Love is ... weary lot is mine 179 Here's the Bower .. ib . Mary , I believed thee true 143 ... She was a phantom of delight 180 ...
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... weary are at rest . Each scene that we have visited , Each book that we have read , Will make our hearts bleed , we shall wish That we were with the dead . ' Tis not that thou are not noble , Else I'd not loved thee thus ; But thou art ...
... weary are at rest . Each scene that we have visited , Each book that we have read , Will make our hearts bleed , we shall wish That we were with the dead . ' Tis not that thou are not noble , Else I'd not loved thee thus ; But thou art ...
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... weary years , Had watched the sleepless thought of her , With sighs , and prayers , and tears . And back from all my pilgrimage , Intact by sin or shame , Had brought a heart that wore inscribed No impress but her name . And thus upon ...
... weary years , Had watched the sleepless thought of her , With sighs , and prayers , and tears . And back from all my pilgrimage , Intact by sin or shame , Had brought a heart that wore inscribed No impress but her name . And thus upon ...
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... weary spirit bowed with care , Let him not say his joy hath all departed , Lest he be driven , Down to the deep abyss of dark despair . Father in heaven ! Oh , grant to his most cherished hopes a blessing- Let peace and rest descend ...
... weary spirit bowed with care , Let him not say his joy hath all departed , Lest he be driven , Down to the deep abyss of dark despair . Father in heaven ! Oh , grant to his most cherished hopes a blessing- Let peace and rest descend ...
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... weary Heart ! canst thou not find repose In the sweet calm of friendship's pure devotion ? Amid the peace which sympathy bestows , Still dost thou murmur with suppressed emotion , " Something beyond ! " Heart , weary Heart ! too idly ...
... weary Heart ! canst thou not find repose In the sweet calm of friendship's pure devotion ? Amid the peace which sympathy bestows , Still dost thou murmur with suppressed emotion , " Something beyond ! " Heart , weary Heart ! too idly ...
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angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
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Стр. 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Стр. 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Стр. 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Стр. 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Стр. 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Стр. 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Стр. 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Стр. 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Стр. 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...