Poems, complete, with an orig. mem. by R.H. Stoddard, 第 734 号1875 |
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... thine and thee ; Now , when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past , Let my Future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine ! A VALENTINE . FOR her this rhyme is penned , HYMN.
... thine and thee ; Now , when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past , Let my Future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine ! A VALENTINE . FOR her this rhyme is penned , HYMN.
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... thine own soul , soaring , Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven . There fell a silvery - silken veil of light , With quietude , and sultriness , and slumber , Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an ...
... thine own soul , soaring , Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven . There fell a silvery - silken veil of light , With quietude , and sultriness , and slumber , Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an ...
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... thine own , upturn'd - alas , in sorrow ! Was it not Fate , that , on this July midnight- Was it not Fate , ( whose name is also Sorrow , ) That bade me pause before that garden - gate , To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses ...
... thine own , upturn'd - alas , in sorrow ! Was it not Fate , that , on this July midnight- Was it not Fate , ( whose name is also Sorrow , ) That bade me pause before that garden - gate , To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses ...
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... thine eyes- Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes . I saw but them — they were the world to me . I saw but them - saw only them for hours— Saw only them until the moon went down . What wild heart - histories seemed to lie enwritten ...
... thine eyes- Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes . I saw but them — they were the world to me . I saw but them - saw only them for hours— Saw only them until the moon went down . What wild heart - histories seemed to lie enwritten ...
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... thine at once awake ! How many scenes of what departed bliss ! How many thoughts of what entombed hopes ! How many visions of a maiden that is No more — no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No more ! alas , that magical sad sound ...
... thine at once awake ! How many scenes of what departed bliss ! How many thoughts of what entombed hopes ! How many visions of a maiden that is No more — no more upon thy verdant slopes ! No more ! alas , that magical sad sound ...
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313 ページ - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
111 ページ - thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil; — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — • Is there — is there balm in Gilead — tell me — tell me, I implore ! " Quoth the raven,
138 ページ - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air!
143 ページ - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
159 ページ - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
129 ページ - Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—- Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole, That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.
242 ページ - SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood 10 To seek a shelter in some happier star?
132 ページ - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb By the door of a legended tomb; And I said - 'What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
30 ページ - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep! Soft may the worms about her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals...
135 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...