A Poetry-book of Modern PoetsTauchnitz, 1878 - 334 ページ |
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... thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien , A feather of the blue , A doublet of the Lincoln green , - No more of me you knew , My ...
... thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye , a soldier's mien , A feather of the blue , A doublet of the Lincoln green , - No more of me you knew , My ...
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... thine own ! Thine image , stamped upon this clay , Doth give thee that , but that alone ! Take them , O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves , As garments by the soul laid by , And precious only to ourselves ! Take ...
... thine own ! Thine image , stamped upon this clay , Doth give thee that , but that alone ! Take them , O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves , As garments by the soul laid by , And precious only to ourselves ! Take ...
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... thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care ; Eve , for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; Night , for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; — But all for thee , thou Mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath its hour , Its ...
... thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care ; Eve , for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; Night , for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; — But all for thee , thou Mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath its hour , Its ...
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... have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And stars to set - but all , Thou hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! Mrs. Hemans . LOVE LEFT SORROWING . 41 LOVE LEFT SORROWING . '
... have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath , And stars to set - but all , Thou hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! Mrs. Hemans . LOVE LEFT SORROWING . 41 LOVE LEFT SORROWING . '
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... thine To store up kindred hours for me , thy face Turn from me , gentle Love ! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice , nor know Such happiness as I have known to - day . W. Wordsworth . STANZAS . 43 STANZAS WRITTEN IN ...
... thine To store up kindred hours for me , thy face Turn from me , gentle Love ! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice , nor know Such happiness as I have known to - day . W. Wordsworth . STANZAS . 43 STANZAS WRITTEN IN ...
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139 ページ - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
78 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
231 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
124 ページ - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
145 ページ - TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
142 ページ - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
222 ページ - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
142 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
124 ページ - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
64 ページ - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.