Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 第 1 巻1853 |
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... rest ! and , if thy heart Be innocent , here too shalt thou refresh Thy spirit , listening to some gentle sound , Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees . TIMES GO BY TURNS . Turning the thoughts back to 14 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... rest ! and , if thy heart Be innocent , here too shalt thou refresh Thy spirit , listening to some gentle sound , Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees . TIMES GO BY TURNS . Turning the thoughts back to 14 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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... rest , Where other blessed infants be , on their Saviour's loving breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , But his sleep is bless'd with endless dreams of joy for ever fresh . I know the Angels fold him close ...
... rest , Where other blessed infants be , on their Saviour's loving breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , But his sleep is bless'd with endless dreams of joy for ever fresh . I know the Angels fold him close ...
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... rest Lightly , when those pure orisons are done , As buds with slumber's honey - dew oppress'd , ' Midst the dim folded leaves at set of sun- Lift up your hearts ! though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer heaven of those clear eyes ...
... rest Lightly , when those pure orisons are done , As buds with slumber's honey - dew oppress'd , ' Midst the dim folded leaves at set of sun- Lift up your hearts ! though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer heaven of those clear eyes ...
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... rest , And a moist radiance from the skies Shook trembling down , as from the eyes Of some meek penitent , whose last Bright hours atone for dark ones past , And whose sweet tears , o'er wrong forgiven , Shine , as they fall , with ...
... rest , And a moist radiance from the skies Shook trembling down , as from the eyes Of some meek penitent , whose last Bright hours atone for dark ones past , And whose sweet tears , o'er wrong forgiven , Shine , as they fall , with ...
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... rest ; And mother Earth watch'd by him as he slept , And hush'd her myriad children for awhile . She lay among the myrtles on the cliff ; And sigh'd for sleep , -for sleep that would not hear , But left her tossing still ; for night and ...
... rest ; And mother Earth watch'd by him as he slept , And hush'd her myriad children for awhile . She lay among the myrtles on the cliff ; And sigh'd for sleep , -for sleep that would not hear , But left her tossing still ; for night and ...
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76 ページ - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
190 ページ - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
52 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
367 ページ - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
5 ページ - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
4 ページ - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
364 ページ - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
240 ページ - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star...
53 ページ - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
297 ページ - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.