Evenings with the poets and sketches of their favourite scenes, by the author of 'Success in life'.1860 |
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... Una's sake , of whom I sing , That my frail eyes these lines with tears do steep , To think how she through guileful handelling , Though true as touch , though daughter of a king , Though fair as ever living wight was fair , Though.
... Una's sake , of whom I sing , That my frail eyes these lines with tears do steep , To think how she through guileful handelling , Though true as touch , though daughter of a king , Though fair as ever living wight was fair , Though.
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... tears did shed for pure affection . " The lion , lord of every beast in field , " Quoth she , " his princely puissance doth abate , And mighty proud to humble weak does yield , Forgetful of the hungry rage which late Him prick'd , in ...
... tears did shed for pure affection . " The lion , lord of every beast in field , " Quoth she , " his princely puissance doth abate , And mighty proud to humble weak does yield , Forgetful of the hungry rage which late Him prick'd , in ...
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... tears , Fly , fly to courts , Fly to fond worldling's sports ; Where strained sardonic smiles are glozing still , And Grief is forced to laugh against her will ; Where mirth's but mummery , And sorrows only real be . Fly from our ...
... tears , Fly , fly to courts , Fly to fond worldling's sports ; Where strained sardonic smiles are glozing still , And Grief is forced to laugh against her will ; Where mirth's but mummery , And sorrows only real be . Fly from our ...
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... know of sorrow , but with power to heal , And make its happiness as bright as ours ! If tears are there , ' twill be but gladness ' tongue , When silence speaks the eloquence of joy ! If fear EVENINGS WITH THE POETS . 79.
... know of sorrow , but with power to heal , And make its happiness as bright as ours ! If tears are there , ' twill be but gladness ' tongue , When silence speaks the eloquence of joy ! If fear EVENINGS WITH THE POETS . 79.
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... draws out to death ? Which if thou parallel with lustres run , Or those whose courses are but now begun , In days great number they shall less appear , Than with the sea when matched is a tear . EVENINGS WITH THE POETS . 97.
... draws out to death ? Which if thou parallel with lustres run , Or those whose courses are but now begun , In days great number they shall less appear , Than with the sea when matched is a tear . EVENINGS WITH THE POETS . 97.
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Abbotsford amid Ampthill beauty Ben Jonson blest bliss breast breath bright Charlecote Park cheer Christmas Crocodile crown dark dear death delight Derley Manor Dogb doth dream dwell ears earth Elizabethan era ELOISA TO ABELARD England eternal ETON COLLEGE eyes fair fame fancy father Felicia Hemans flowers grace grave Hall happy hast hath hear heart heaven hills Howard Hudibras humour King lady light live look Lord lover maid Master constable Milton mind mirth morning mother mourn neighbouring never night o'er party passions pleasure poem poet poet's poetesses poetic poetry pray Queen Queen Caroline river Esk round scene Scotland Shakspere shine Sir Philip Sidney sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul Spenser Sultaun sunny gales sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou thought throne tion tree Twickenham unto voice weep wild wind young youth
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303 ページ - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
125 ページ - Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
309 ページ - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
87 ページ - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
85 ページ - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
209 ページ - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
318 ページ - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
128 ページ - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
84 ページ - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
84 ページ - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...