Melanie and other poems. [Edited by Barry Cornwall, i.e. B. W. Procter.]

Saunders, 1835 - 231 ページ


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193 ページ - to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. i
90 ページ - maddened first— Though it should bid me stifle The yearning in my throat for my sweet child. And taunt its mother till my brain went wild— All—I would do it all— Sooner than die, like a dull worm, to rot— Thrust foully into the earth to be forgot!
155 ページ - cup Is pencill'd passing well, And the swift birds on glorious pinions flee — Alas ! sweet mother ! that thou canst not see ! And the kind looks of friends Peruse the sad expression in thy face, And the child stops amid his bounding race, And the tall stripling bends Low to thine ear with duty unforgot— Alas
131 ページ - Come then, ever, when daylight leaves The page I read, to my humble eaves, And wash thy breast in the hollow spout, And murmur thy low sweet music out ! I hear and see Lessons of Heaven, sweet bird, in thee ! ON A PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL BOY.
134 ページ - What promise of morn is left unbroken ? What kind word to thy playmate spoken ? Whom hast thou pitied, and whom forgiven ? How with thy faults has duty striven ? What hast thou learned by field and hill, By greenwood path, and by singing rill
208 ページ - ON THE NEW YEAR. JANUARY 1, 1825. FLEETLY hath past the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont—the gentle Spring, And the delicious Summer, and the cool, » Rich Autumn, with the nodding of the grain, And Winter, like an old and hoary man, Frosty and stiff— and so are chronicled. We have
216 ページ - I burn'd to win— All—but the spotless name I glory in! Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live— Calmness to die. .. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death
132 ページ - who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, reads! the eternal deep, Haunted
6 ページ - the face of Melanie, His sketch, the while, was in my hand, And, for the lines I look'd to trace— A torrent by a palace spann'd, Half-classic and half fairy-land— I only found—my sister's face ! III. Our life was changed. Another love In its lone woof began to twine ; But ah ! the golden thread was
1 ページ - for its sunny sky ; My very spirit seem'd to melt As swept its first warm breezes by. From lip and cheek a chilling mist, From life and soul a frozen rime, By every breath seem'd softly kiss'd— God's blessing on its radiant clime ! It was an endless joy to me