Golden apples of Hesperus, poems not in the collections [ed. by W.J. Linton].1882 |
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... hand , And it was heard no longer . The poor bee Return'd ( but not until the morn shone bright ) And found the Hamadryad with her head Upon her aching wrist ; and show'd one wing Half broken off , the other's meshes marr'd , And.
... hand , And it was heard no longer . The poor bee Return'd ( but not until the morn shone bright ) And found the Hamadryad with her head Upon her aching wrist ; and show'd one wing Half broken off , the other's meshes marr'd , And.
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... head , and Marian . WITH 3 ITH coat of Lincoln green and mantle too , And horn of ivory mouth , and buckle bright , And arrows wing'd with peacock - feathers light , And trusty bow well - gather'd of the yew , Stands Robin Hood ; and ...
... head , and Marian . WITH 3 ITH coat of Lincoln green and mantle too , And horn of ivory mouth , and buckle bright , And arrows wing'd with peacock - feathers light , And trusty bow well - gather'd of the yew , Stands Robin Hood ; and ...
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... head : So in to - morrow's unmade grave He counts life's heavy hours ; While rancour makes his bed of snakes , And mockery calls them flowers . Amid the bless'd a stranger , Or foodless with his mate , From home and hope an exile , Or ...
... head : So in to - morrow's unmade grave He counts life's heavy hours ; While rancour makes his bed of snakes , And mockery calls them flowers . Amid the bless'd a stranger , Or foodless with his mate , From home and hope an exile , Or ...
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... head ! Or Mary's heart will break . Amid those curls of flaxen hair This pale pink ribbon twine ; And on the little bosom there Place this wan lock of mine ! How like a form in cold white stone The coffin'd infant lies ! Look , Mother ...
... head ! Or Mary's heart will break . Amid those curls of flaxen hair This pale pink ribbon twine ; And on the little bosom there Place this wan lock of mine ! How like a form in cold white stone The coffin'd infant lies ! Look , Mother ...
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... head , And there a promise shed ; They pass the moist new grave , And bid rank verdure wave ; They bear through every clime The harvests of all time On , on , for ever ! ROBERT NICOLL ORDE BRAES ' HERE ' S nae hame HARRIET MARTINEAU ...
... head , And there a promise shed ; They pass the moist new grave , And bid rank verdure wave ; They bear through every clime The harvests of all time On , on , for ever ! ROBERT NICOLL ORDE BRAES ' HERE ' S nae hame HARRIET MARTINEAU ...
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AMETAS art thou auld beauty bel ami beneath bless'd bliss breast breath bright brow call'd CARMELA cheek CHORUS CLORINDA clouds count our slaves DAMON dark Dear death DORON doth dreams earth EBENEZER JONES ENONE face fair fairest fear fire flowers frae glory golden grace green hair HAMADRYAD hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hesperus Jean JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Kings of Gold kiss lady Janet LANDOR light lips live love anew love true Love's merry mind moon mountain N'oserez-vous ne'er never night Nymph o'er pain pity Poems priè Proserpina RHAICOS RICHARD HENGIST HORNE rose shepherds shine sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG soul stay Stella sweet tears thee thine eyes thing THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou art Thou lovest amiss thou wished star thoughts tongue tree Venus weep WILLIAM BELL SCOTT wind wing woes WORLD IS BURNING
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Page 85 - The Picture of Little TC in a Prospect of Flowers SEE with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days! In the green grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers, and gives them names: But only with the roses plays; And them does tell What colour best becomes them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause This darling of the gods was born!
Page 32 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes 6ft do miss.
Page 14 - Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care; Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain; Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
Page 117 - With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same...
Page 116 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
Page 91 - Ametas. Think'st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay.
Page 115 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Page 115 - Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt today, or did I see The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
Page 57 - Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger, With her bells dim...
Page 125 - The bowl goes trim ; the moon doth shine ; And our ballast is old wine : And your ballast is old wine.