Poems, Том 2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - Всего страниц: 229 |
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... sort of vulgar Venice Reminds me where I am ; Yes , yes , you are in England , And I'm at Rotterdam . Tall houses with quaint gables , Where frequent windows shine , Aud quays that lead to bridges , And trees in formal line , And masts ...
... sort of vulgar Venice Reminds me where I am ; Yes , yes , you are in England , And I'm at Rotterdam . Tall houses with quaint gables , Where frequent windows shine , Aud quays that lead to bridges , And trees in formal line , And masts ...
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... sort of Franklin , drew My pleasure from the sky ! ' Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes , The tasks I wrote - my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . 147 A ...
... sort of Franklin , drew My pleasure from the sky ! ' Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes , The tasks I wrote - my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . 147 A ...
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... rings ; And as the climate and the soil may grant , So is the sort of tree to which it clings . Consider then , before , like Hurlothrumbo , You aim your club at any creed on earth , ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE . 205.
... rings ; And as the climate and the soil may grant , So is the sort of tree to which it clings . Consider then , before , like Hurlothrumbo , You aim your club at any creed on earth , ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE . 205.
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... sort beside You take in lieu , shun spiritual pride ! A pride there is of rank - a pride of birth , A pride of learning , and a pride of purse , A London pride - in short , there be on earth . A host of prides , some better and some ...
... sort beside You take in lieu , shun spiritual pride ! A pride there is of rank - a pride of birth , A pride of learning , and a pride of purse , A London pride - in short , there be on earth . A host of prides , some better and some ...
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... sort of vocal music - a glee in which everybody can take a part : —and “ he who hath not laughter in his soul , let no such man be trusted . " Indeed , there are two classes of Querists particularly to be shunned ; thus when you hear a ...
... sort of vocal music - a glee in which everybody can take a part : —and “ he who hath not laughter in his soul , let no such man be trusted . " Indeed , there are two classes of Querists particularly to be shunned ; thus when you hear a ...
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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...