Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - 490 sider |
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Side 47
... breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright , What art thou to the fall ...
... breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright , What art thou to the fall ...
Side 54
... breathe a little longer Is to defer our fate , but not to shun it . Small gain ! which wisdom , with indifferent eye , Beholds . Why wish to drink the bitter dregs Of life's exhausted chalice , whose last runnings , E'en at the best ...
... breathe a little longer Is to defer our fate , but not to shun it . Small gain ! which wisdom , with indifferent eye , Beholds . Why wish to drink the bitter dregs Of life's exhausted chalice , whose last runnings , E'en at the best ...
Side 58
... breath emitted floats in clouds around : Drops chase each other down his chest and sides , And spatter'd mud his native colour hides : Through his swoln veins the boiling torrent flow , And every nerve a separate torture knows . His ...
... breath emitted floats in clouds around : Drops chase each other down his chest and sides , And spatter'd mud his native colour hides : Through his swoln veins the boiling torrent flow , And every nerve a separate torture knows . His ...
Side 59
... breath Heaves from his heart , that sinks almost to death . Loud the owl halloos o'er his head unseen ; All else is silent , dismally serene : Some prompt ejaculation whisper'd low , Yet bears him up against the threat'ning foe ; And ...
... breath Heaves from his heart , that sinks almost to death . Loud the owl halloos o'er his head unseen ; All else is silent , dismally serene : Some prompt ejaculation whisper'd low , Yet bears him up against the threat'ning foe ; And ...
Side 78
... breath , and forced her voice to drop , And far unlike the inmate of the shop , Where she , in youth and health , alert and gay , Laugh'd off at night the labours of the day ; With novels , verses , fancy's fertile powers , And sister ...
... breath , and forced her voice to drop , And far unlike the inmate of the shop , Where she , in youth and health , alert and gay , Laugh'd off at night the labours of the day ; With novels , verses , fancy's fertile powers , And sister ...
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Side 109 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Side 403 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Side 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Side 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Side 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Side 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Side 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 104 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Side 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Side 163 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...