Poems of Early and After YearsCarey and Hart, 1848 - 410 ページ |
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... night- And , softly , o'er the Sea of Galilee , Danced the breeze - ridden ripples to the shore , Tipp'd with the silver sparkles of the moon . The breaking waves play'd low upon the beach Their constant music , but the air beside Was ...
... night- And , softly , o'er the Sea of Galilee , Danced the breeze - ridden ripples to the shore , Tipp'd with the silver sparkles of the moon . The breaking waves play'd low upon the beach Their constant music , but the air beside Was ...
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... night's dull silence , or the sick Hailing the welcome light and sounds that chase The death - like images of the dark away . " Room for the leper ! " And aside they stood- Matron , and child , and pitiless manhood — all Who met him on ...
... night's dull silence , or the sick Hailing the welcome light and sounds that chase The death - like images of the dark away . " Room for the leper ! " And aside they stood- Matron , and child , and pitiless manhood — all Who met him on ...
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... night's curtain , and touch'd silently The eyelids of the king . And David woke , And robed himself , and pray'd . The inmates , now , Of the vast palace , were astir ; and feet Glided along the tesselated floors With a pervading murmur ...
... night's curtain , and touch'd silently The eyelids of the king . And David woke , And robed himself , and pray'd . The inmates , now , Of the vast palace , were astir ; and feet Glided along the tesselated floors With a pervading murmur ...
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... night , within the spacious court , Had drawn the watcher's eyes to one spot only , Paled with the sunrise and fled in . And hush'd With more than stillness was the room where lay The king's son on his mother's breast . His locks Slept ...
... night , within the spacious court , Had drawn the watcher's eyes to one spot only , Paled with the sunrise and fled in . And hush'd With more than stillness was the room where lay The king's son on his mother's breast . His locks Slept ...
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... - would death have left that there ? -And should I not have felt that he would die ? And have I not wept over him ? —and pray'd Morning and night for him ? and could he die ? -No - God will keep him ! He will be THE SHUNAMMITE . 39.
... - would death have left that there ? -And should I not have felt that he would die ? And have I not wept over him ? —and pray'd Morning and night for him ? and could he die ? -No - God will keep him ! He will be THE SHUNAMMITE . 39.
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Abra Absalom agony angels Bathsheba beautiful beneath bird blue bosom bow'd breast breath bright broke brow calm cheek child clasp'd cloud cold dark dead death deep dream dream Angelic drew earth ENGRAVED face faint fair feel feet fell fire flowers forehead fountain gather'd gazed grew hair hand hath heart heaven Helon hour HUMPHRYS ISIDORE Jerusalem Jesus Jules knew Lady Jane latchet Lazarus leaves lifted light lips look look'd LORD IVON lovely wave morn mother Mount Arafat murmur night o'er Parrhasius pass'd Pleiades pray pray'd prayer press'd pulse Rizpah rocky steps rose Sea of Galilee seem'd shadows she-the silent silver sleep smile soft soft eyes soul spirit star stay'd stirr'd stole stood sweet sweet child tears thine things thou hast thought of thee touch'd turn'd Twas voice walk'd watch waters weary wild wind wings
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50 ページ - Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb. My proud boy, Absalom ! B Cold is thy brow, my son ; and I am chill.
53 ページ - And, oh! when I am stricken, and my heart Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token!
50 ページ - Cold is thy brow, my son, and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee : How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet ' My father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom !
119 ページ - He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bell — Chime of the hour or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerly rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light. When the child is waked with "nine at night...
134 ページ - Bring me the captive now ! My hand feels skilful, and the shadows lift From my waked spirit airily and swift, And I could paint the bow Upon the bended heavens — around me play Colors of such divinity to-day. "Ha! bind him on his back! Look — as Prometheus in my picture here!
120 ページ - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray...
25 ページ - And pass thou not between The weary traveller and the cooling breeze; And lie not down to sleep beneath the trees Where human tracks are seen. Nor milk the goat that browseth on the plain, Nor pluck the standing corn, or yellow grain.
133 ページ - Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully Upon his canvas. There Prometheus lay, Chained to the cold rocks of Mount Caucasus— The vulture at his vitals, and the links Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh...
121 ページ - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
232 ページ - God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold, And the rich came not to woo : But honored well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.