The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt, Том 1H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 776 страници |
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... sound Of hoofs thick reckoning and the wheel's moist round , A call of ' slower ! ' from the farther part Of the checked riders , woke her with a start ; And looking up again , half sigh , half stare , She lifts her veil , and feels the ...
... sound Of hoofs thick reckoning and the wheel's moist round , A call of ' slower ! ' from the farther part Of the checked riders , woke her with a start ; And looking up again , half sigh , half stare , She lifts her veil , and feels the ...
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... sounds were cast For the dear leaves about her , till at last With shot - out raptures , in a perfect shower , She vents her heart on the delicious hour . Lightly the horsemen go , as if they'd ride A velvet path , and hear no voice ...
... sounds were cast For the dear leaves about her , till at last With shot - out raptures , in a perfect shower , She vents her heart on the delicious hour . Lightly the horsemen go , as if they'd ride A velvet path , and hear no voice ...
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... sound Of song or instrument about the place , She hid with both her hands her streaming face . But worse to her than all ( and oh ! thought she , That ever , ever such a worse could be ! ) The sight of infant was , or child at play ...
... sound Of song or instrument about the place , She hid with both her hands her streaming face . But worse to her than all ( and oh ! thought she , That ever , ever such a worse could be ! ) The sight of infant was , or child at play ...
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... sound Of many horses trampling the moist ground . Still nothing came , -till on a sudden , just As the wind opened in a rising gust , A voice of chanting rose , and as it spread , They plainly heard the anthem for the dead . It was the ...
... sound Of many horses trampling the moist ground . Still nothing came , -till on a sudden , just As the wind opened in a rising gust , A voice of chanting rose , and as it spread , They plainly heard the anthem for the dead . It was the ...
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... sound Of wateriness , he stood on the firm ground , And treading up a little slippery bank , ΣΤΟ 120 With jutting myrtles mixed , and verdure dank , Came to a door ajar , —all hushed , all blind With darkness ; yet he guessed who stood ...
... sound Of wateriness , he stood on the firm ground , And treading up a little slippery bank , ΣΤΟ 120 With jutting myrtles mixed , and verdure dank , Came to a door ajar , —all hushed , all blind With darkness ; yet he guessed who stood ...
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Страница xxii - Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine : Though still some traces of our rustic vein And splay-foot verse remain'd, and will remain.
Страница 91 - The vision raised its head, And. with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Страница 362 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Страница 76 - King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the court.
Страница 159 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Страница 238 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth...
Страница 312 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. Sorrows I've had, severe ones.
Страница 422 - I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. '.II a Leigh SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN Hunt ORCHARD We are the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples...
Страница 52 - I'm mad with want — I'm mad with misery, And, oh thou Sultan Mahmoud, God cries out for thee!" The Sultan comforted the man, and said, " Go home, and I will send thee wine and bread," (For he was poor) " and other comforts. Go ; And, should the wretch return, let Sultan Mahmoud know.
Страница 331 - IF you become a nun, dear, A friar I will be; In any cell you run, dear, Pray look behind for me. The roses all turn pale, too; The doves all take the veil, too; The blind will see the show; What! you become a nun, my dear. I'll not believe it, no! To 625 If you become a nun, dear, The bishop Love will be: The Cupids every one, dear, Will chant, "We trust in thee!