The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 страница |
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... o'er her first - born son , An anxious mother spake . " Thou child of prayer and blessing , Would that my soul could know , What the unending future holds For thee of joy or woe . " Thy life , will it be gladness , A sunny path of ...
... o'er her first - born son , An anxious mother spake . " Thou child of prayer and blessing , Would that my soul could know , What the unending future holds For thee of joy or woe . " Thy life , will it be gladness , A sunny path of ...
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... O'er all those abbeys , convents , all Those chantries and crosses , Where thou didst glide past in thy pride , Grow tawny ferns and mosses . Where banners waved , the ivy grows ; - Baronial times are o'er ! The forests now are ...
... O'er all those abbeys , convents , all Those chantries and crosses , Where thou didst glide past in thy pride , Grow tawny ferns and mosses . Where banners waved , the ivy grows ; - Baronial times are o'er ! The forests now are ...
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... o'er the wooded hills is borne , Far o'er the slopes of ripening corn , On the free breeze away ! The bolts are drawn ; the bridge is o'er The sullen moat , and steeds a score Stand saddled at the castle - door , For ' tis a merry day ...
... o'er the wooded hills is borne , Far o'er the slopes of ripening corn , On the free breeze away ! The bolts are drawn ; the bridge is o'er The sullen moat , and steeds a score Stand saddled at the castle - door , For ' tis a merry day ...
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... o'er . Your wondrous works were formed as true ; For the All - Wise instructed you ! But man ! how hath he pondered on , Through the long term of ages gone ; And many a cunning book hath writ , Of learning deep , and subtle wit ; Hath ...
... o'er . Your wondrous works were formed as true ; For the All - Wise instructed you ! But man ! how hath he pondered on , Through the long term of ages gone ; And many a cunning book hath writ , Of learning deep , and subtle wit ; Hath ...
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... o'er the waste- Half running , half flying - what progress they make ! Twang the bow ! not the arrow their flight can o'er- take ! Looking down to the earth and up to the sky , Thinking , " what a happy Dormouse am I ! " THE WILD ...
... o'er the waste- Half running , half flying - what progress they make ! Twang the bow ! not the arrow their flight can o'er- take ! Looking down to the earth and up to the sky , Thinking , " what a happy Dormouse am I ! " THE WILD ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist HENRY HART MILMAN holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Titmouse tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Страница 423 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Страница 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Страница 20 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Страница 52 - 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 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 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!
Страница 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Страница 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Страница 119 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Страница 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Страница 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...