Poems: Vol. I.F. E. Bingley, 1833 - 157 ページ |
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... wayward glee , That wears affliction for a wanton mask , With woes that bear not Fancy's livery ; With Hope that scorns of Fate its fate to ask , But is itself its own sure destiny . SONNET XIII . Too true it is , my time 12.
... wayward glee , That wears affliction for a wanton mask , With woes that bear not Fancy's livery ; With Hope that scorns of Fate its fate to ask , But is itself its own sure destiny . SONNET XIII . Too true it is , my time 12.
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... sure was seen a royal bride , Whose gentleness gave grace to so much pride- My very thoughts would tremble to be near thee ; But when I see thee at thy father's side , Old times unqueen thee , and old loves endear thee . THOUGHTS AND ...
... sure was seen a royal bride , Whose gentleness gave grace to so much pride- My very thoughts would tremble to be near thee ; But when I see thee at thy father's side , Old times unqueen thee , and old loves endear thee . THOUGHTS AND ...
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... sure the babe is in the cradle blest , Since God himself a baby deign'd to be- And slept upon a mortal mother's breast , And steep'd in baby tears - his Deity . O - sleep - sweet infant - for we all must sleep- And wake like babes ...
... sure the babe is in the cradle blest , Since God himself a baby deign'd to be- And slept upon a mortal mother's breast , And steep'd in baby tears - his Deity . O - sleep - sweet infant - for we all must sleep- And wake like babes ...
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... sure the prayers of love had not been vain , If death to thee were not exceeding gain . Tho ' for ourselves , and not for thee we mourn , The weakness of our hearts thou wilt not scorn ; And if thy Saviour's , and thy Father's will ...
... sure the prayers of love had not been vain , If death to thee were not exceeding gain . Tho ' for ourselves , and not for thee we mourn , The weakness of our hearts thou wilt not scorn ; And if thy Saviour's , and thy Father's will ...
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... her Leonard's truth , And bade her live , though sure a blessed thing For her it were to die . What life was hers ! Hard - eyed rebuke , and wrath and ribald scorn , Solicitation of a mother's tears , And the perpetual siege 75.
... her Leonard's truth , And bade her live , though sure a blessed thing For her it were to die . What life was hers ! Hard - eyed rebuke , and wrath and ribald scorn , Solicitation of a mother's tears , And the perpetual siege 75.
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babe beauty beneath birds blessing bliss bower breeze bright calm child dark day-dawn dear despair doom'd dream e'en e'er earth eyes fain fair Fairy faith fancies fate father fear feel flower gleams grave grey grief happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE HARVARD COLLEGE hath heard heart heaven holy hope hope and fear human Leonard live lonely maid merry mirth mortal mother Mother's smile mourn murmur nature Nature's Nautilus ne'er never New-Year's day nought o'er passion peace Poet poor pride pure quit-rent rill S. T. COLERIDGE scorn Shakspeare shew shining sigh silent sing sire sleep smooth soft song SONNET Sonnet 19 Sonnet 20 sorrow soul spirit Susan sweet thee thine thou art thought Trophonius truth twas Vale of Tempe verse virgin voice wave ween weep Whate'er wild wind worldly young Passion youth
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149 ページ - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
155 ページ - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
149 ページ - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
145 ページ - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.
147 ページ - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the waves beneath him shining...
3 ページ - Brightened the tresses that old Poets praise; Where Petrarch's patient love, and artful lays, And Ariosto's song of many themes, Moved the soft air. But I, a lazy brook, As close pent up within my native dell, Have crept along from nook to shady nook, Where flowrets blow, and whispering Naiads dwell Yet now we meet, that parted were so wide, O'er rough and smooth to travel side by side.
146 ページ - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
16 ページ - The mellow year is hasting to its close; The little birds have almost sung their last, Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast— That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows: The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly...
1 ページ - That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me; That man is more than half of nature's treasure. Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which no ear can measure; And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.
147 ページ - ... mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.