Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 страници |
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... breast , as it had been By inward strong emotion half convulsed ; Trembled his nether lip ; he shed some tears . The general paused , the soldiers shouted loud ; Then MISS JOANNA BAILLIE . 41 BAILLIE, JOANNA..................... The ...
... breast , as it had been By inward strong emotion half convulsed ; Trembled his nether lip ; he shed some tears . The general paused , the soldiers shouted loud ; Then MISS JOANNA BAILLIE . 41 BAILLIE, JOANNA..................... The ...
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... breast I held some portion of her dear regard , Though pent for life within a prison's walls , Where through my grate I yet might sometimes see E'en but her shadow sporting in the sun ; Though placed by fate where some obstructing bound ...
... breast I held some portion of her dear regard , Though pent for life within a prison's walls , Where through my grate I yet might sometimes see E'en but her shadow sporting in the sun ; Though placed by fate where some obstructing bound ...
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... breast where vanity presides , And the whole subject soul absorbs and guides . Too well he knew to make his conquest sure , Win her soft heart , yet keep his own secure . So oft he told the well - imagined tale , So oft he swore - how ...
... breast where vanity presides , And the whole subject soul absorbs and guides . Too well he knew to make his conquest sure , Win her soft heart , yet keep his own secure . So oft he told the well - imagined tale , So oft he swore - how ...
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... breast From infancy to age alike appears , When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears . No rake takes here what Heaven to all bestows- Children of want ! for you the bounty flows : And every cottage from the plenteous store , Receives a ...
... breast From infancy to age alike appears , When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears . No rake takes here what Heaven to all bestows- Children of want ! for you the bounty flows : And every cottage from the plenteous store , Receives a ...
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... breast , And shape the dreams that wait his hours of rest . From The Farmer's Boy : Winter . THE ORPHAN . Near the high road upon a winding stream An honest Miller rose to wealth and fame : The noblest virtues cheer'd his lengthen'd ...
... breast , And shape the dreams that wait his hours of rest . From The Farmer's Boy : Winter . THE ORPHAN . Near the high road upon a winding stream An honest Miller rose to wealth and fame : The noblest virtues cheer'd his lengthen'd ...
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Страница 111 - 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 ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Страница 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Страница 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Страница 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Страница 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Страница 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Страница 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Страница 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Страница 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.