Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 第 2 巻1854 |
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... grave . No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding , Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave . For he whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken : The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost , and binds the spirit - broken ...
... grave . No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding , Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave . For he whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken : The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost , and binds the spirit - broken ...
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... grave ; And the yellow - skirted fayes Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see , the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ; Time is , our tedious song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest ...
... grave ; And the yellow - skirted fayes Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see , the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ; Time is , our tedious song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest ...
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... grave , And burn on me in Tophet ! GIRL . Where are you going ? WALTER . My heart's on fire by hell , and on I drive To outer blackness , like a blazing ship . [ He rushes away . ON THE DEATH OF THE POET DRAKE . By HALLECK , an American ...
... grave , And burn on me in Tophet ! GIRL . Where are you going ? WALTER . My heart's on fire by hell , and on I drive To outer blackness , like a blazing ship . [ He rushes away . ON THE DEATH OF THE POET DRAKE . By HALLECK , an American ...
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... grave Thinking of no revenge : I have a mandate As magical and potent as e'er ran Silently through a battle's myriad veins , Undid their fingers from the hanging steel , And drew them up in prayer : I AM A WOMAN . AFFECTION . BIGG ...
... grave Thinking of no revenge : I have a mandate As magical and potent as e'er ran Silently through a battle's myriad veins , Undid their fingers from the hanging steel , And drew them up in prayer : I AM A WOMAN . AFFECTION . BIGG ...
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... grave below : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow tree . Hark ! the raven flaps his wing , In the brier'd dell below ; Hark ! the death - owl loud doth sing , To the night - mares as they go : My love is ...
... grave below : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow tree . Hark ! the raven flaps his wing , In the brier'd dell below ; Hark ! the death - owl loud doth sing , To the night - mares as they go : My love is ...
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a-thynkynge Advertisements Advowsons angels Archæological BARRY CORNWALL BEAUTIFUL POETRY beneath bird Bookseller breath bright brow child Choice Passages Church and University CLERICAL JOURNAL cloth clouds Consisting of Choice dark dead death doth dream earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT Edited by H. G. Essex Street eyes face fair flowers Foolscap 8vo friends gentle GERALD MASSEY glad grace green GROOMBRIDGE H. G. ADAMS happy hast hath heart heaven hope JOHN CROCKFORD JOURNAL and CHURCH JOURNAL OF AUCTIONS land light lips live MARY HOWITT merry England morning N. P. WILLIS night numbers o'er P. J. Bailey pass'd poem POETICAL QUOTATIONS POETS prayer Property Published round SACRED POETRY SACRED POETS seem'd SHAKSPERE sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars Strand sweet tears thee thine thought tree Twas United Kingdom University Chronicle voice wave wild wind wings youth
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499 ページ - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
459 ページ - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
444 ページ - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
459 ページ - mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? — Ah, woful when! Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it...
417 ページ - And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
456 ページ - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar and to anticipate the skies.
499 ページ - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
416 ページ - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
502 ページ - WiLL you walk into my parlour'?" said the Spider to the Fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a -winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.
461 ページ - Yet abandon'd to thy will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush ; Like the linnet in the bush To the mother-linnet's note Moduling her slender throat ; Chirping forth thy petty joys, Wanton in the change of toys, Like the linnet green, in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad...