The poetical works of Barry Cornwall, Том 1 |
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... 209 210 • 211 212 213 Serenade ( Twilight ) Το A Song To a Child Woman Rosamund Gray . Sonnets . To Michael Angelo To ( 1817 ) Imagination . Winter A Fresh Morning THE TWO DREAMS . Calphurnia here , my wife , viii CONTENTS .
... 209 210 • 211 212 213 Serenade ( Twilight ) Το A Song To a Child Woman Rosamund Gray . Sonnets . To Michael Angelo To ( 1817 ) Imagination . Winter A Fresh Morning THE TWO DREAMS . Calphurnia here , my wife , viii CONTENTS .
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... . Stare not : ' Tis A melancholy truth . You have usurped The first place in the dukedom , and swept all ' My child's rights to the dust . What say you , sir ? Do you impeach my story ? While you've time , 34 LUDOVICO SFORZA .
... . Stare not : ' Tis A melancholy truth . You have usurped The first place in the dukedom , and swept all ' My child's rights to the dust . What say you , sir ? Do you impeach my story ? While you've time , 34 LUDOVICO SFORZA .
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... arms hang . Turn your eyes Away . I dare not touch him — yet I must . Ha ! he is dead - dead . So , by me : Sweet heaven ! Forgive me , I'm a widow broken - hearted ; A mother too : ' twas for my child I LUDOVICO SFORZA . 35.
... arms hang . Turn your eyes Away . I dare not touch him — yet I must . Ha ! he is dead - dead . So , by me : Sweet heaven ! Forgive me , I'm a widow broken - hearted ; A mother too : ' twas for my child I LUDOVICO SFORZA . 35.
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Bryan Waller Procter. A mother too : ' twas for my child I did it . I was not in my nature cruel , but Yon bloody man did press so hardly on us ; He would have torn my pretty bird from me : I had but one - what could I do ? There was No ...
Bryan Waller Procter. A mother too : ' twas for my child I did it . I was not in my nature cruel , but Yon bloody man did press so hardly on us ; He would have torn my pretty bird from me : I had but one - what could I do ? There was No ...
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... child . It was a dreamy feeling , Sacred to me and strange - unearthly , born Of some unutterable fancy , that Like an intense beam o ' the meridian sun , Shot on my brain . I thought thou wast my better angel , doom'd To guide me ...
... child . It was a dreamy feeling , Sacred to me and strange - unearthly , born Of some unutterable fancy , that Like an intense beam o ' the meridian sun , Shot on my brain . I thought thou wast my better angel , doom'd To guide me ...
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Ægypt Andreana Antony arms beauty blue Boccaccio bosom bright brow Cesar Cesario charms child Cleop Cleopatra dark dead dear Diego Domitius Don Ped doth dream Duke Duke of Milan Ellena fable fair Farewell fear feel flowers Forgot Gabr Gabriello girl hair haply Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hither immortal Ione Ippol Ippolito Isab Isabella Jeron Jeronymo Jove Juan king laugh light Lisana live look lord lov'd LUDOVICO SFORZA Lysander marble MARK ANTONY melancholy mighty moon mortal Mother mountain Naiad ne'er never night o'er Olym Olympia pale poor Pr'ythee Prince queen queen of Naples rose round SCENE shame skies sleep smile soft soul speak spirit stars story stream summer sweet Sylv Sylvestra tell thank thee There's thing thou thought tow'rd twas Twill wander wanton weep Werner winds youth
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Страница 81 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Страница 1 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Страница 101 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Страница 187 - The picture of the mind revives again ; While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope...
Страница 115 - ... rise and fall of empires; in a little while the very name of France, my country, will perish from off the face of the earth, and men will dispute about the situation of Paris, as they dispute about the site of ancient Nineveh, and Babylon, and Troy. Yet I shall still be young. I shall take my most distant posterity by the hand; I shall accompany them in their career; and, when they are worn out and exhausted, shall shut up the tomb over them, and set forward.
Страница 25 - No, I am not. I am as foul as thou art, and can number As many such hells here. I was once fair, Once I was lovely ; not a blowing rose More chastely sweet, till thou, thou, thou foul canker, (Stir not) didst poison me. I was a world of virtue, Till your...
Страница 161 - And children jeer mo, and the boughs that wave And whisper loosely in the summer air, Shake their green leaves in mockery, as to say
Страница 33 - The days when he would fly. How sweet they were ! Then I rebuked his speed, and now — and now I drench his wing with tears. How heavily The minutes pass. Can he avoid me ? Oh ! I almost wish — and yet that must not be. Hark, hark ! I hear a step come sounding through The hall.