The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 страница |
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... there Gathers , the copse's pride , anemones , With rays like golden studs on ivory laid Most delicate but touch'd with purple clouds , Fit crown for April's fair but changeful brow . ANNA SEWARD . SONG . FROM thy waves , stormy 34.
... there Gathers , the copse's pride , anemones , With rays like golden studs on ivory laid Most delicate but touch'd with purple clouds , Fit crown for April's fair but changeful brow . ANNA SEWARD . SONG . FROM thy waves , stormy 34.
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... pride ! - Yet lonely and rude as the scene , Her smile to that scene could impart A charm , that might rival the bloom of the vale-- But away , thou fond dream of my heart ! From thy rocks , stormy Lannow , I fly ! Now the blasts of the ...
... pride ! - Yet lonely and rude as the scene , Her smile to that scene could impart A charm , that might rival the bloom of the vale-- But away , thou fond dream of my heart ! From thy rocks , stormy Lannow , I fly ! Now the blasts of the ...
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... pride . " Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall , And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk - yard wall . " " And art thou dead , thou gentle youth , And art thou dead and gone ! And didst thou dye for ...
... pride . " Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall , And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk - yard wall . " " And art thou dead , thou gentle youth , And art thou dead and gone ! And didst thou dye for ...
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... pride and flower of Spain . There the hero , brave Alonzo , Full of wounds and glory , died : There the fearless Urdiales Fell a victim by his side . Lo ! where yonder Don Saavedra Through their squadrons slow retires ; Proud Seville ...
... pride and flower of Spain . There the hero , brave Alonzo , Full of wounds and glory , died : There the fearless Urdiales Fell a victim by his side . Lo ! where yonder Don Saavedra Through their squadrons slow retires ; Proud Seville ...
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... pride were his , ' twas not their vulgar pride , Who , in their base contempt , the great deride ; Nor pride in learning , —though my clerk agreed , If fate should call him , Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill , although ...
... pride were his , ' twas not their vulgar pride , Who , in their base contempt , the great deride ; Nor pride in learning , —though my clerk agreed , If fate should call him , Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill , although ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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Страница 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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?
Страница 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Страница 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Страница 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Страница 155 - 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 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Страница 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Страница 480 - 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 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.