Melanie and Other PoemsSaunders and Otley, 1837 - 242 страници |
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... shadow lingers , And none whose story I could tell . Enough , that when I climbed again To Tivoli's romantic steep , Life had no joy , and scarce a pain , Whose wells I had not tasted deep ; And from my lips the thirst had pass'd For ...
... shadow lingers , And none whose story I could tell . Enough , that when I climbed again To Tivoli's romantic steep , Life had no joy , and scarce a pain , Whose wells I had not tasted deep ; And from my lips the thirst had pass'd For ...
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... We wandered down yon sunny vale- Oh mocking eyes -a golden tress Floats back upon this summer gale ! A foot is tripping on the grass ! A laugh rings merry in mine ear ! I see a bounding shadow pass ! - O God MELANIE . 7.
... We wandered down yon sunny vale- Oh mocking eyes -a golden tress Floats back upon this summer gale ! A foot is tripping on the grass ! A laugh rings merry in mine ear ! I see a bounding shadow pass ! - O God MELANIE . 7.
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Nathaniel Parker Willis. I see a bounding shadow pass ! - O God ! my sister once was here ! Come with me , friend ! —We rested yon ! There grew a flower she pluck'd and wore ! She sat upon this mossy stone ! — That broken fountain ...
Nathaniel Parker Willis. I see a bounding shadow pass ! - O God ! my sister once was here ! Come with me , friend ! —We rested yon ! There grew a flower she pluck'd and wore ! She sat upon this mossy stone ! — That broken fountain ...
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... it sultrier grew , I laid me down within a shadow deep Of a tall column of the Parthenon , And , in an absent idleness of thought , I scrawl'd upon the smooth and marble base . Tell me , O memory , what wrote I there 52 Florence Gray.
... it sultrier grew , I laid me down within a shadow deep Of a tall column of the Parthenon , And , in an absent idleness of thought , I scrawl'd upon the smooth and marble base . Tell me , O memory , what wrote I there 52 Florence Gray.
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... shadows lay so still upon his path , Had put their beauty forth beneath the eye Of Judah's loftiest noble . He was young , And eminently beautiful , and life Mantled in eloquent fulness on his lip , And sparkled in his glance , and in ...
... shadows lay so still upon his path , Had put their beauty forth beneath the eye Of Judah's loftiest noble . He was young , And eminently beautiful , and life Mantled in eloquent fulness on his lip , And sparkled in his glance , and in ...
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Absalom amid beauty beneath birds bosom breast breath bright broken brow calm cheek child clouds cool dark death dream earth ev'n face faint fair feel feet fingers fire flowers flung folds forehead forget fountain gather'd gaze gentle glory gold grew hair hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hour hung idle ISIDORE Khorat knew Lady Clare latchet leaning light lips look look'd LORD IVON lov'd loveliness lyre Melanie METASTASIO minstrel boy morn mother Mount Arafat N. P. WILLIS night o'er Parrhasius pass Pleiades pray'd prayer pride pulses Sea of Galilee seem'd shadows shine silent silver sleep slept slumber smile soft soul spirit star stirr'd stirring stole stood sweet sweet child tears thee-I thought thine things Thou hast thought of thee touch'd Twas Twill voice watch waters weary whisper wild wind wings
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Страница 89 - Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully Upon his canvas. There Prometheus lay, Chained to the cold rocks of Mount Caucasus — The vulture at his vitals, and the links Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh...
Страница 53 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Страница 172 - When the chimes play soft in the Sabbath air. Filling the spirit with tones of prayer, — Whatever tale in the bell is heard, He broods on his folded feet...
Страница 214 - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray...
Страница 215 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Страница 81 - Day was breaking When at the altar of the temple stood The holy priest of God. The incense lamp Burned with a struggling light, and a low chaunt Swelled through the hollow arches of the roof Like an articulate wail, and there, alone, Wasted to ghastly thinness, Helon knelt. The echoes of the melancholy strain Died in the distant aisles, and he rose up, Struggling with weakness, and bowed...
Страница 148 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty Prophet!
Страница 198 - And, oh! when I am stricken, and my heart Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token!
Страница 194 - Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still, Unbroken beating of the sleeper's pulse. The reeds bent down the stream; the willow leaves, With a soft cheek upon the lulling tide, Forgot the lifting winds; and the long stems, Whose flowers the water, like a gentle nurse, Bears on its bosom, quietly gave way, And leaned in graceful attitudes to rest. How strikingly the course of nature tells, By its light heed of human suffering, That it was fashioned for a happier world!
Страница 217 - ... that she could not comprehend, And had not seen before. The purple folds Of the low sunset clouds, and the blue sky That looked so still and delicate above, Filled her young heart with gladness, and the eve Stole on with its deep shadows, and she still Stood looking at the west with that half smile, As if a pleasant thought were at her heart. " Presently, in the edge of the last tint Of sunset, where the blue was melted in To the faint golden mellowness, a star Stood suddenly. A laugh of wild...