The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck |
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... DEAD ................ 242 THE RETURN ......... ..... 236 237 A PICTURE - SONG ....... 286 287 CLEMENT C. MOORE . A VISIT FROM ST . NICHOLAS .. ........ 288 BERNARD BARTON . 291 MARY RUSSELL MITFORD . WILLIAM SOTHEBY . RIENZI AND HIS ...
... DEAD ................ 242 THE RETURN ......... ..... 236 237 A PICTURE - SONG ....... 286 287 CLEMENT C. MOORE . A VISIT FROM ST . NICHOLAS .. ........ 288 BERNARD BARTON . 291 MARY RUSSELL MITFORD . WILLIAM SOTHEBY . RIENZI AND HIS ...
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... dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in ...
... dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in ...
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... A beauty in that fruitful change , when comes The yellow Autumn , and the hopes o ' the year Brings on to golden ripeness ; nor dispraise The pure and spotless form of that sharp time , When January spreads a pall of snow O'er the dead 42.
... A beauty in that fruitful change , when comes The yellow Autumn , and the hopes o ' the year Brings on to golden ripeness ; nor dispraise The pure and spotless form of that sharp time , When January spreads a pall of snow O'er the dead 42.
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... dead face of th ' undistinguish'd earth . Then stand I in the hollow comb beneath , And bless this friendly mount , that weather - fends My reed - roof'd cottage , while the wintry blast From the thick North comes howling ; till the ...
... dead face of th ' undistinguish'd earth . Then stand I in the hollow comb beneath , And bless this friendly mount , that weather - fends My reed - roof'd cottage , while the wintry blast From the thick North comes howling ; till the ...
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... dead and gone ! Lady , he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turfe , And at his heels a stone . " Within these holy cloysters long He languisht , and he dyed , Lamenting of a ladye's love , And ' playning of her pride ...
... dead and gone ! Lady , he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turfe , And at his heels a stone . " Within these holy cloysters long He languisht , and he dyed , Lamenting of a ladye's love , And ' playning of her pride ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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Page 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Page 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Page 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Page 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.