Melanie and Other PoemsSaunders, 1835 - 231 страници |
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... bright valley , sown Alternately with weeds and flowers Had swiftly , if not gaily , flown , And still I lov'd the rosy Hours ; And if there lurk'd within my breast Some nerve that had been overstrung And quiver'd in my hours of rest ...
... bright valley , sown Alternately with weeds and flowers Had swiftly , if not gaily , flown , And still I lov'd the rosy Hours ; And if there lurk'd within my breast Some nerve that had been overstrung And quiver'd in my hours of rest ...
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... bright renown , And lowly born ; and she - the Lady Clare ! ISIDORE . She could not tell you this ? LORD IVON . She broke my heart As kindly as the fisher hooks the worm- Pitying me the while ! ISIDORE . And you- LORD IVON . Lived on ...
... bright renown , And lowly born ; and she - the Lady Clare ! ISIDORE . She could not tell you this ? LORD IVON . She broke my heart As kindly as the fisher hooks the worm- Pitying me the while ! ISIDORE . And you- LORD IVON . Lived on ...
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... bright— To meet thee always with the morn , And hear thy blessing every night— Thy " dearest , " thy " first - born ! " – And be no more , as now , in a strange land , forlorn ! London , Jan. 20th , 1825 . FLORENCE GRAY . I WAS in ...
... bright— To meet thee always with the morn , And hear thy blessing every night— Thy " dearest , " thy " first - born ! " – And be no more , as now , in a strange land , forlorn ! London , Jan. 20th , 1825 . FLORENCE GRAY . I WAS in ...
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... bright and breathless sea . I had climb'd up th ' Acropolis at morn , And hours had fled as time will in a dream Amid its deathless ruins - for the air Is full of spirits in these mighty fanes , And they walk with you ! As it sultrier ...
... bright and breathless sea . I had climb'd up th ' Acropolis at morn , And hours had fled as time will in a dream Amid its deathless ruins - for the air Is full of spirits in these mighty fanes , And they walk with you ! As it sultrier ...
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... bright morning star , I laid me down Weary and sad beside the river's brink , And ' twixt the moonlight and the rosy morn , Wrote with my finger in the " golden sands . " Tell me , O memory , what wrote I there ? The name of the sweet ...
... bright morning star , I laid me down Weary and sad beside the river's brink , And ' twixt the moonlight and the rosy morn , Wrote with my finger in the " golden sands . " Tell me , O memory , what wrote I there ? The name of the sweet ...
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Absalom age of love amid BARRY CORNWALL beat beauty beneath birds bosom breast breath bright broken brow calm clouds cool crept dark daughter dream dropp'd earth ev'n face faint fair feel feet fingers fire flowers flung forehead forget fountain gaze gentle Golconda gold golden grew hair hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hour hung idle is-I ISIDORE Khorat knelt knew Lady Clare Leontium leper light lips look look'd LORD IVON lov'd loveliness Melanie minstrel boy Mona's morn mother Mount Arafat never night o'er palace pale pass Pleiades prayer pride pulses Sardis seem'd she-the shine silent silver sister's sleep slept slumber smile soft soft eyes soul spirit star stir stirr'd stole stolen love stood sweet child tears thee-I thought thine thou hast thought of thee touch'd Twas voice waters weary wild wind
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Страница 197 - 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; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. i
Страница 94 - maddened first— Though it should bid me stifle The yearning in my throat for my sweet child. And taunt its mother till my brain went wild— All—I would do it all— Sooner than die, like a dull worm, to rot— Thrust foully into the earth to be forgot!
Страница 159 - cup Is pencill'd passing well, And the swift birds on glorious pinions flee — Alas ! sweet mother ! that thou canst not see ! And the kind looks of friends Peruse the sad expression in thy face, And the child stops amid his bounding race, And the tall stripling bends Low to thine ear with duty unforgot— Alas
Страница 135 - Come then, ever, when daylight leaves The page I read, to my humble eaves, And wash thy breast in the hollow spout, And murmur thy low sweet music out ! I hear and see Lessons of Heaven, sweet bird, in thee ! ON A PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL BOY.
Страница 138 - What promise of morn is left unbroken ? What kind word to thy playmate spoken ? Whom hast thou pitied, and whom forgiven ? How with thy faults has duty striven ? What hast thou learned by field and hill, By greenwood path, and by singing rill
Страница 212 - ON THE NEW YEAR. JANUARY 1, 1825. FLEETLY hath past the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont—the gentle Spring, And the delicious Summer, and the cool, » Rich Autumn, with the nodding of the grain, And Winter, like an old and hoary man, Frosty and stiff— and so are chronicled. We have
Страница 220 - I burn'd to win— All—but the spotless name I glory in! Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live— Calmness to die. .. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death
Страница 136 - who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, reads! the eternal deep, Haunted
Страница 10 - the face of Melanie, His sketch, the while, was in my hand, And, for the lines I look'd to trace— A torrent by a palace spann'd, Half-classic and half fairy-land— I only found—my sister's face ! III. Our life was changed. Another love In its lone woof began to twine ; But ah ! the golden thread was
Страница 5 - for its sunny sky ; My very spirit seem'd to melt As swept its first warm breezes by. From lip and cheek a chilling mist, From life and soul a frozen rime, By every breath seem'd softly kiss'd— God's blessing on its radiant clime ! It was an endless joy to me