Poems, Том 2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - Всего страниц: 229 |
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... GOLDEN LE- GEND OF MISS KILLMANSEGG ( all of extraordinary merit ) , we will confine our extracts to two minor pieces , with which our readers may be less acquainted . There is , in the first , a sentiment so touching and so universal ...
... GOLDEN LE- GEND OF MISS KILLMANSEGG ( all of extraordinary merit ) , we will confine our extracts to two minor pieces , with which our readers may be less acquainted . There is , in the first , a sentiment so touching and so universal ...
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... golden ' lection of the topmost trees , And opes the splendid fissures of the morn . When do his fruits delay , when doth his corn Linger for harvesting ? Before the leaf Is commonly abroad , in his pil'd sheaf The flagging poppies lose ...
... golden ' lection of the topmost trees , And opes the splendid fissures of the morn . When do his fruits delay , when doth his corn Linger for harvesting ? Before the leaf Is commonly abroad , in his pil'd sheaf The flagging poppies lose ...
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... golden visions for thy dower , While I this midnight vigil keep , And bless thee in thy silent bower ; To me ' tis sweeter than the power Of sleep , and fairy dreams unfurl'd , That I alone , at this still hour , In patient love ...
... golden visions for thy dower , While I this midnight vigil keep , And bless thee in thy silent bower ; To me ' tis sweeter than the power Of sleep , and fairy dreams unfurl'd , That I alone , at this still hour , In patient love ...
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... golden zone , — Cloud doth never shade him , Nor a storm invade him , On his joyous throne . So when I behold me In an orb as bright , How thy soul doth fold me In its throne of light ! Sorrow never paineth , Nor a care attaineth , To ...
... golden zone , — Cloud doth never shade him , Nor a storm invade him , On his joyous throne . So when I behold me In an orb as bright , How thy soul doth fold me In its throne of light ! Sorrow never paineth , Nor a care attaineth , To ...
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... golden glow , Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow , Besides some vocalists , without a name , That oft on fairy errands come and go , With accents magical ; —and all were tame , And peckled at my hand where'er I came . VI . And for my ...
... golden glow , Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow , Besides some vocalists , without a name , That oft on fairy errands come and go , With accents magical ; —and all were tame , And peckled at my hand where'er I came . VI . And for my ...
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Стр. 194 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Стр. 184 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Стр. 185 - Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — . Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Стр. 192 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Стр. 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Стр. 112 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Стр. 84 - Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays...
Стр. 71 - Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay : For misery is trodden on by many, And being low never relieved by any.
Стр. 116 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Стр. 186 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing, Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest. — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour...