Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 ページ |
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... side stood like a storm - scath'd oak , Beneath the shelter of some noble tree , In the green honours of its youthful prime . Rosin . How look'd the veteran ? Volt . O ! I cannot tell thee ! At first he bore it up with cheerful looks ...
... side stood like a storm - scath'd oak , Beneath the shelter of some noble tree , In the green honours of its youthful prime . Rosin . How look'd the veteran ? Volt . O ! I cannot tell thee ! At first he bore it up with cheerful looks ...
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... sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ground , And all their harmless claws disclose , Like prickles of an early rose ; While softly ...
... sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ground , And all their harmless claws disclose , Like prickles of an early rose ; While softly ...
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... side completely overspread , Here branches bend , there corn o'ertops his head . Green covert , hail ! for through the varying year No hours so sweet , no scene to him so dear . * Its dark - green hue , its sicklier tints all fail , And ...
... side completely overspread , Here branches bend , there corn o'ertops his head . Green covert , hail ! for through the varying year No hours so sweet , no scene to him so dear . * Its dark - green hue , its sicklier tints all fail , And ...
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... sides , And spatter'd mud his native colour hides : Through his swoln veins the boiling torrent flows , And every nerve a separate torture knows . His harness loosed , he welcomes eager - eyed The pail's full draught that quivers by his ...
... sides , And spatter'd mud his native colour hides : Through his swoln veins the boiling torrent flows , And every nerve a separate torture knows . His harness loosed , he welcomes eager - eyed The pail's full draught that quivers by his ...
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... side : At every birth still thou wert near , Still spoke thine admonitions clear , — And , when my husband died . I've often watch'd thy streaming sand , And seen the growing mountain rise , And often found Life's hopes to stand On ...
... side : At every birth still thou wert near , Still spoke thine admonitions clear , — And , when my husband died . I've often watch'd thy streaming sand , And seen the growing mountain rise , And often found Life's hopes to stand On ...
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art thou beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark dead death deep delight Donald Macdonald dread dream earth fair fear flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy hope hour Isle of Palms JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES king lady land light lips live lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lyre maid Martyr of Antioch Melfi morning mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star stood storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thought tree turn'd Twas voice waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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111 ページ - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
112 ページ - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
109 ページ - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
106 ページ - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
413 ページ - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
167 ページ - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
111 ページ - 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!
168 ページ - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
307 ページ - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
105 ページ - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.