Ballads and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1842 - 132 страница |
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... beads , and a golden chain . On the crown rests a wreath of wild roses , and below it another of cypress . Loose over her shoul- ders falls her flaxen hair ; and her blue inno- cent eyes are fixed upon the ground . O thou xvi PREFACE .
... beads , and a golden chain . On the crown rests a wreath of wild roses , and below it another of cypress . Loose over her shoul- ders falls her flaxen hair ; and her blue inno- cent eyes are fixed upon the ground . O thou xvi PREFACE .
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... Thou art poor . The very ornaments thou wearest are not thine . They have been hired for this great day . Yet art thou rich ; rich in health , rich in hope , rich in thy first , young , fervent love . The blessing of heaven be upon thee ...
... Thou art poor . The very ornaments thou wearest are not thine . They have been hired for this great day . Yet art thou rich ; rich in health , rich in hope , rich in thy first , young , fervent love . The blessing of heaven be upon thee ...
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... thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then , from those ...
... thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then , from those ...
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... , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse , Else dread a dead man's curse ! For this I sought thee . " Far in the Northern Land , By the wild 32 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS .
... , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse , Else dread a dead man's curse ! For this I sought thee . " Far in the Northern Land , By the wild 32 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS .
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... thou Christ of Heaven , " quoth he , " So will I yield me unto thee . " " I am not Christ the Great , Thou shalt not yield thee yet ; I am an Unknown Knight , Three modest Maidens have me bedight . " " Art thou a Knight elected , And ...
... thou Christ of Heaven , " quoth he , " So will I yield me unto thee . " " I am not Christ the Great , Thou shalt not yield thee yet ; I am an Unknown Knight , Three modest Maidens have me bedight . " " Art thou a Knight elected , And ...
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angels answer Art thou Atonement ballad beautiful belfry birds blessed BLIND BARTIMEUS blossom blue bosom breast bride bridegroom bright brown ale child Christ church clouds crown crystal tall Death deep dream earth ENDYMION evermore Excelsior eyes face faith fall father feast fennel flames flowers Galilee garland glance gleaming goblet God's-Acre gold golden grave hail hair hand hear heart heaven Hesperus holy kirtle kiss klang Life's light lips lock Lord's LORD'S SUPPER Love Luck of Edenhall Maidens marriage May-pole merry midnight nest Newport night o'er peasants PENTECOST pinions poem pray prayer riding ring river roar round sailing Saint John shadow shine silent silver Skoal sleep slumbering snow soft song soul sound Spirit stands stars steed stood Sweden Swedish tears Tegnér thee thou hast tilt transfigured unto village voice wander weary wedding wild wind wind-mill wore wreath ye children ye promise youth Η πίστις σου
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Страница 130 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Страница 112 - My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Страница 131 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Страница 127 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Страница 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Страница 45 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Страница 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Страница 129 - His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And...
Страница 47 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Страница 132 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.