The Vow of the Peacock, and Other PoemsSaunders and Otley, 1835 - 352 страници |
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amid beauty beneath bloom blue blush bower breath bright brow Bucentaur cheek child cloud colours crimson dark dark funereal deep dreams earth eyes fair fair brow fairy fame farewell feelings flings flowers flung gaze glorious golden graceful grave green grief hair happiness hath heard heart heaven hope hour KNIGHT'S TALE laurel Leicester Square Leoni life's light lingering lonely looked Love's lute maiden memory MIDDLE TEMPLE morning narcissus flowers never night o'er Otley pale pass'd passion Petrarch post 8vo purple queen Queen of Cyprus radiant rose round Sappho seemed shade shadow shadow falls shine shone sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound of music spirit stars summer sunshine sweet tears tenderness thee thine thou thought tree Twas Venice voice vow to thee wandered watch wave weary weep wept wild wind wings words young youth
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Страница 261 - One eve a light shone round her bed, And there she saw him stand — Her infant in his little shroud, A taper in his hand. " Lo ! mother, see my shroud is dry, And I can sleep once more !" And beautiful the parting smile The little infant wore.
Страница 207 - tis time, the mother's eyes Turn mournfully away ; Alas ! 'tis time, the child must rise, And yet it is not day. The lantern's lit — she hurries forth, The spare cloak's scanty fold Scarce screens her from the snowy north, The child is pale and cold. And wearily the little hands Their task accustom'd ply ; While daily, some mid those pale bands, Droop, sicken, pine, and die.
Страница 210 - The apple-blossoms' shower of rose, The pear-tree's pearly hue, As beautiful as Woman's blush, As evanescent too. The purple light, that like a sigh Comes from the violet bed, As there the perfumes of the East Had all their odours shed. The wild-briar rose, a fragrant cup To hold the morning's tear ; The bird's-eye, like a sapphire star ; The primrose, pale like fear.
Страница 245 - The rest shone forth the next dark night, Thou didst not shine again. Didst thou fade gradual from the time The first great curse was hurled, Till lost in sorrow and in crime, Star of our early world ? Forgotten and departed star ! A thousand glories shine Round the blue midnight's regal car, Who then remembers thine ? Save when some mournful bard like me Dreams over beauty gone, And in the fate that waited thee, Reads what will be his own. THE DANISH WARRIOR'S DEATH SONG. AWAY, away ! your care...
Страница 256 - Upon whose edge was set A little vase — the fair, the sweet — It was the violet. It was my pleasure and my pride ; — How I did watch its growth ! For health and bloom, what plans I tried, And often injured both ! I placed it in the summer shower, I placed it in the sun ; And ever, at the evening hour, My work seemed half undone.
Страница 260 - Twas hard to lay him there When spring was putting forth its flowers, And everything was fair. She had lost many children — now The last of them was gone, And day and night she sat and wept Beside the funeral stone. One midnight, while her constant tears Were falling with the dew, She heard a voice, and lo ! her child Stood by her, weeping too ! His shroud was damp, his face was white, He said, "I cannot sleep, Your tears have made my shroud so wet, Oh, mother, do not weep!
Страница 259 - Twas hard to lay him there, When spring was putting forth its flowers, And every thing was fair. She had lost many children — now The last of them was gone ; And day and night she sat and wept Beside the funeral stone. One midnight, while her constant tears Were falling with the dew, She heard a voice, and lo ! her child Stood by her weeping too ! His shroud was damp, his face was white : He said...
Страница 158 - The moon looked on him, tenderly as Love, Lighting his slumber. On the church's wall There hung one lovely portrait, and for hours Would Guido, in the fulness of his heart, Kneel, watching till he wept. The subject was A dying Magdalene. Her long black hair Spread round her like a shroud, one pale thin hand...
Страница 63 - Once, and once only, let me speak Of all that I have felt for years ; You read it not upon my cheek, You dreamed not of it in my tears. And yet I loved thee with a love That into every feeling came ; I never looked on heaven above Without a prayer to bless thy name. I had no other love to share, That which was thine — and thine alone ; A few sad thoughts it had to spare For those beneath the funeral stone.
Страница 303 - The place is purified with hope, The hope that is of prayer; And human love, and heavenward thought, And pious faith, are there. The wild flowers spring amid the grass ; And many a stone appears, Carved by affection's memory, Wet with affection's tears. The golden chord which binds us all Is loosed, not rent in twain; And love, and hope, and fear, unite To bring the past again.