Gabriel [a poem] by B.R. Parkes |
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... fire , With coolest lilies from the fount Of thought he wreath'd his lifted lyre ; And when the heat fell down like dew , And all the veil was backward roll'd , The carven flowers bloom'd out anew , Transfigured into burning gold ...
... fire , With coolest lilies from the fount Of thought he wreath'd his lifted lyre ; And when the heat fell down like dew , And all the veil was backward roll'd , The carven flowers bloom'd out anew , Transfigured into burning gold ...
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... the ploughshare out of the spade . Oh ! she hath a cunning voice , And whispers in words of fire , She'll girdle the earth in forty minutes With a seven - string'd lyre ! She spoke to me , she sang to me , GABRIEL . 19.
... the ploughshare out of the spade . Oh ! she hath a cunning voice , And whispers in words of fire , She'll girdle the earth in forty minutes With a seven - string'd lyre ! She spoke to me , she sang to me , GABRIEL . 19.
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... fires , And says " Behold , ' twas here he trod . " But men there be , of lower mould , Yet versed in every liberal thought , Refined , sincere , not over - bold , In those gray precincts wisely taught . While Genius dwells and broods ...
... fires , And says " Behold , ' twas here he trod . " But men there be , of lower mould , Yet versed in every liberal thought , Refined , sincere , not over - bold , In those gray precincts wisely taught . While Genius dwells and broods ...
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... passion sway'd , ( The poet's heart is finely wrought , ) In all his vibrant tones obey'd The impulse of his thought , And , like one sworn to a crusade , His step with fire was fraught . He had a something in his air , A look GABRIEL . 37.
... passion sway'd , ( The poet's heart is finely wrought , ) In all his vibrant tones obey'd The impulse of his thought , And , like one sworn to a crusade , His step with fire was fraught . He had a something in his air , A look GABRIEL . 37.
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... fire , The tick of the clock Rises higher and higher ; Nervously catching The beat of my breast , And changing its note Like a creature possess❜d . Articulate meanings It struggles to speak , Ere one can GABRIEL . 45.
... fire , The tick of the clock Rises higher and higher ; Nervously catching The beat of my breast , And changing its note Like a creature possess❜d . Articulate meanings It struggles to speak , Ere one can GABRIEL . 45.
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Æneas ancient Art thou ask'd awful beauty beeches Behold blended bless blossom blue breath breeze Brooding brought cast CHARING CROSS curl'd dainty dare dead dear death deep divine doth dream dwell earth England evermore eyes fail'd faint fame fear fill'd fire Fling flow flowers full of love genius give glorious gold golden grace hath heart heaven heed hope Italy kiss land live look Lycidas lyre Milan mother earth murmur musing mystic night noble nought o'er pain pass'd passion past Plato ploughshare poet poet's praise prayer rhyme Rome rose sang seem'd shadow shining shore silent sing skies smile softly song soul spirit STAMFORD STREET strange stream streets strength sublime subtle summer sweet tender thee things thou thought thro touch'd tree tremble true true thing truth Venice verse voice vow'd watch'd wild WILLIAM CLOWES wind words youth
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Страница 75 - Fa fair wood like this, where the beeches are growing, Brave Robin Hood hunted in days of old; Down his broad shoulders his brown locks fell flowing, His cap was of green, with a tassel of gold. His eye was as blue as the sky in midsummer, Ruddy his cheek as the oak-leaves in June, Hearty his voice as he hailed the new-comer, Tender to maidens in changeable tune. His step had a strength, and his smile had a sweetness, His spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze, He moved as a man framed in nature's...
Страница 76 - ... spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze, He moved as a man framed in nature's completeness, And grew unabashed with the growth of the trees. And ever to poets, who walk in the gloaming, His horn is still heard in the prime of the year; Last eve he went with us, unseen, in our roaming, And thrilled with his presence the shy troops of deer. When the warm sun sank down in a golden declining, And night clomb the slopes and the firs to their tops, And the faint stars to meet her did brighten...
Страница 76 - ... Ruddy his cheek as the oak-leaves in June, Hearty his voice as he hailed the new-comer, Tender to maidens in changeable tune. His step had a strength, and his smile had a sweetness, His spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze, He moved as a man framed in nature's completeness, And grew unabashed with the growth of the trees. And ever to poets, who walk in the gloaming, His horn is still heard in the prime of the year; Last eve he went with us, unseen, in our roaming, And thrilled with his...
Страница 77 - Ah ! why should we forfeit this earth we inherit For lives which we cannot expand into rhyme! I think, as I lie in the shade of the beeches, How lived and how loved this old hero of song; I would we could follow the lesson he teaches, And dwell, as he dwelt, these wild thickets among. At least for a while, till we caught up the meaning The beeches breathe out in the wealth of their growth, Width in their nobleness, love in their leaning, And peace at the heart from the fulness of both.
Страница 77 - Which slumbers within for a life that were free. We follow the lead unawares of his spirit, He tells us the tales which we heard in past time; Ah ! why should we forfeit this earth we inherit For lives which we cannot expand into rhyme! I think, as I lie in the shade of the beeches, How lived and how loved this old hero of song; I would we could follow the lesson he teaches, And dwell, as he dwelt, these wild thickets among. At least for a while, till we...
Страница 31 - They make and take the public hue, They count by votes, and she by hearts ! They wear the silk, she wears the serge, They live by peace, she thrives in sorrow, They stand secure, she treads the verge, They have to-day, — she has — to-morrow...
Страница 17 - The farthest isles of the sea rejoice As she flings their cocoa-nuts into his lap ; Rap tap, rap tap, The feudal bonds of the earth go snap ! He who was bred on the cottage floor Climbs the steps to the castle door, Hangs his hat in the blazon'd hall, And floats his flag from the highest wall.
Страница 21 - Fling thyself boldly on the shoreless sea, — God the Upholder will take care of...