Complete Poetical WorksH. Milford; Oxford University Press, 1920 - 773 sider |
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... Morning Thought No ! To my Daughter on her Birthday Epigram on Mrs. Parkes's Pam- phlet • The Forge Sonnet : The world is with me , and its many cares The Flower > Epigram : On the Art Unions A Black Job On Lieutenant Eyre's Narrative ...
... Morning Thought No ! To my Daughter on her Birthday Epigram on Mrs. Parkes's Pam- phlet • The Forge Sonnet : The world is with me , and its many cares The Flower > Epigram : On the Art Unions A Black Job On Lieutenant Eyre's Narrative ...
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... morn , At Captain Coram's charitable wicket , Pinn'd to a ticket That Fate had made illegible , foreseeing The future great unmentionable being.— Perhaps thou hast ridden A scholar poor on St. Augustine's Back , Like Chatterton , and ...
... morn , At Captain Coram's charitable wicket , Pinn'd to a ticket That Fate had made illegible , foreseeing The future great unmentionable being.— Perhaps thou hast ridden A scholar poor on St. Augustine's Back , Like Chatterton , and ...
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... morn is still grey , As if she was washing the night into day— Not with sleeker or rosier fingers Aurora Beginneth to scatter the dew - drops before her ; Not Venus that rose from the billow so early , Look'd down on the foam with a ...
... morn is still grey , As if she was washing the night into day— Not with sleeker or rosier fingers Aurora Beginneth to scatter the dew - drops before her ; Not Venus that rose from the billow so early , Look'd down on the foam with a ...
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... morning to night , Or , if you must be of our sects , be Watchmen , and slepe upon a poste ! 100 ( Which is an od way of sleping , I must say — and a very hard pillow at most , ) Or you might be any trade , as we are not on that I'm ...
... morning to night , Or , if you must be of our sects , be Watchmen , and slepe upon a poste ! 100 ( Which is an od way of sleping , I must say — and a very hard pillow at most , ) Or you might be any trade , as we are not on that I'm ...
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... morn He for the nicest public taste doth dish up The good things from that Pan of music , Bishop ! ] 2 And is not reading near akin to feeding , Or why should Oxford Sausages be fit Receptacles for wit ? 1 Captain Kater , the Moon's ...
... morn He for the nicest public taste doth dish up The good things from that Pan of music , Bishop ! ] 2 And is not reading near akin to feeding , Or why should Oxford Sausages be fit Receptacles for wit ? 1 Captain Kater , the Moon's ...
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Apollonius birds blue breath bright brow Burn cheek clouds cold Comic Annual cried dark dead dear death dream drink EPIGRAM Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy farewell fear friends gaze gold golden gone grave green grief hair hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horse John Huggins Jonathan Blewitt Lady Lamia legs light lips live London Magazine look look'd Lord Lycius Lycus Miss moon morn ne'er never night nose Number o'er Old Bailey once poor rose round Sally Brown seem'd shine sigh sing sleep song SONNET soon sorrow soul stood sure sweet tears thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro turn turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild wind wings wretched young Zounds ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Side 528 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 621 - Oh ! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet ! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal...
Side 344 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
Side 646 - The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world...
Side 621 - Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! 'Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures
Side 68 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, 'Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot!
Side 175 - Ines" had always, for me, an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines! She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest: She took our daylight with her, The smiles that we love best, With morning blushes on her cheek.
Side 736 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Side 621 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Side 621 - Work — work — work, In the dull December light, And work — work — work, When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the spring.