The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 ページ |
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... Thou wast a bauble once - a cup and ball , Which babes might play with ; and the thievish jay , Seeking her food , with ease might have purloin'd The auburn nut that held thee , swallowing down Thy yet close - folded latitude of boughs ...
... Thou wast a bauble once - a cup and ball , Which babes might play with ; and the thievish jay , Seeking her food , with ease might have purloin'd The auburn nut that held thee , swallowing down Thy yet close - folded latitude of boughs ...
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... thou becam'st a twig . Who liv'd , when thou wast such ? O could'st thou speak , As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular , I would not curious ask The future , best unknown , but at thy mouth , Inquisitive , the less ambiguous past ...
... thou becam'st a twig . Who liv'd , when thou wast such ? O could'st thou speak , As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular , I would not curious ask The future , best unknown , but at thy mouth , Inquisitive , the less ambiguous past ...
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... Thou temptest none , but rather much forbidd'st The feller's toil , which thou could'st ill requite . Yet is thy root sincere , sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs , Which , crook'd into a thousand whimsies ...
... Thou temptest none , but rather much forbidd'st The feller's toil , which thou could'st ill requite . Yet is thy root sincere , sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs , Which , crook'd into a thousand whimsies ...
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... thou art she . My mother when I learn'd that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though ...
... thou art she . My mother when I learn'd that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though ...
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... thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid ; - All this , and , more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interpos'd too often makes ; All ...
... thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid ; - All this , and , more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interpos'd too often makes ; All ...
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138 ページ - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
486 ページ - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
175 ページ - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
137 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, and the fruit-tree wild...
155 ページ - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
446 ページ - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
221 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
20 ページ - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
480 ページ - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
445 ページ - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.