English Verse, Том 2William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... darkness , no prophecy and promise of Morning , how- ever remote , that might smite the silent lips of Mem- non into Song . But the darkest hour is just before day . It is so in nature , we are told , and it is sometimes so in art and ...
... darkness , no prophecy and promise of Morning , how- ever remote , that might smite the silent lips of Mem- non into Song . But the darkest hour is just before day . It is so in nature , we are told , and it is sometimes so in art and ...
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... Hope ... MARY ANN EVANS LEWES : The Dark ....... PAGE • 203 204 205 205 206 .... 206 .... 207 210 ..... 211 211 213 213 ...... 214 219 221 .... 221 224 226 227 227 JAMES RUSSELL Lowell : Hebe ... The Courtin ' .. CONTENTS . xxxix.
... Hope ... MARY ANN EVANS LEWES : The Dark ....... PAGE • 203 204 205 205 206 .... 206 .... 207 210 ..... 211 211 213 213 ...... 214 219 221 .... 221 224 226 227 227 JAMES RUSSELL Lowell : Hebe ... The Courtin ' .. CONTENTS . xxxix.
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... dark and blind : Intricate labyrinth , more dread for thought To enter than oracular cave : Strict passage , through which sighs are brought , And whispers for the heart , their slave ; And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh ...
... dark and blind : Intricate labyrinth , more dread for thought To enter than oracular cave : Strict passage , through which sighs are brought , And whispers for the heart , their slave ; And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh ...
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... darkness raved The storm - winds of the soul . O , no ! in hours of golden calm Morn met his forehead bold ; And breezy evening sang her psalm Beneath his dew - dropp'd gold . The wren its crest of fibred fire With his rich bronze ...
... darkness raved The storm - winds of the soul . O , no ! in hours of golden calm Morn met his forehead bold ; And breezy evening sang her psalm Beneath his dew - dropp'd gold . The wren its crest of fibred fire With his rich bronze ...
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... dark blue eyes for thee . Laugh out , in the loose green jerkin That's fit for a Goddess to work in ! With shoulders brown , And the wheaten crown About thy temples perking . And with thee come Stout - Heart in ; And Toil , that sleeps ...
... dark blue eyes for thee . Laugh out , in the loose green jerkin That's fit for a Goddess to work in ! With shoulders brown , And the wheaten crown About thy temples perking . And with thee come Stout - Heart in ; And Toil , that sleeps ...
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower Brahma breast breath bright brow cheek cloud Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers frae GEORGE GORDON BYRON glory golden gone grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pale pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves weary weep wild wind wine wings young
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Страница 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Страница 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Страница 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Страница 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Страница 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Страница 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Страница 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Страница 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...
Страница 84 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!