The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of Crabbe ... and others. Being a suppl. vol. to The poetical works of Byron, Scott and MooreH. I. Broenner, 1828 - Всего страниц: 788 |
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... told , To his surprise , " your father you behold . " But he beheld not with his mother's eye The new relation , and would not comply ; But all obedience , all connexion spurn'd , And fled their home , where he no more return'd . His ...
... told , To his surprise , " your father you behold . " But he beheld not with his mother's eye The new relation , and would not comply ; But all obedience , all connexion spurn'd , And fled their home , where he no more return'd . His ...
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... told of all his patron's merit , sigh'd , I know not why , in sorrow or in pride ; And would , with vex'd and troubled spirit , ery , I am not happy ; let your envy die . Him left I with you ; who , perhaps , can tell If Fortune blest ...
... told of all his patron's merit , sigh'd , I know not why , in sorrow or in pride ; And would , with vex'd and troubled spirit , ery , I am not happy ; let your envy die . Him left I with you ; who , perhaps , can tell If Fortune blest ...
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... told me , thou wert wild , A truant urchin , a neglected child . I heard of this escape , and sat supine Amid the danger that exceeded thine ; Thou couldst but die - the waves could but infold Thy warm gay heart , and make that bosom ...
... told me , thou wert wild , A truant urchin , a neglected child . I heard of this escape , and sat supine Amid the danger that exceeded thine ; Thou couldst but die - the waves could but infold Thy warm gay heart , and make that bosom ...
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... though corrected , dwelt On that dear face , and told me what she felt . Now must we cross the lake , and as we cross'd Was my whole soul in sweet emotion lost ; I Whither my fate should lead me , there , unseen 26 TALES OF THE HALL .
... though corrected , dwelt On that dear face , and told me what she felt . Now must we cross the lake , and as we cross'd Was my whole soul in sweet emotion lost ; I Whither my fate should lead me , there , unseen 26 TALES OF THE HALL .
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... told , Whom they were not at present to behold ; Something was said of nerves , and that disease , Whose varying ... told , Cheerful , not changing ; neither kind nor cold . When children , Lucy love alone possess'd , Jane was more ...
... told , Whom they were not at present to behold ; Something was said of nerves , and that disease , Whose varying ... told , Cheerful , not changing ; neither kind nor cold . When children , Lucy love alone possess'd , Jane was more ...
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Стр. 259 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Стр. 261 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Стр. 336 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Стр. 354 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. 299 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 353 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Стр. 341 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Стр. 258 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Стр. 336 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Стр. 352 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a Starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.