Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both countries1860 - English poetry - 472 pages |
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... sleeping image of his sire . A few short years , and then these sounds shall hail The day again , and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth , the youth a man , Eager to run the race his fathers ran . Then the huge ox shall ...
... sleeping image of his sire . A few short years , and then these sounds shall hail The day again , and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth , the youth a man , Eager to run the race his fathers ran . Then the huge ox shall ...
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... sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her , Crying , " Get up , little Alice ! it is day . " If you listen by that grave , in sun and shower , With your ear down , little Alice never cries ! -- Could we see her face , be sure we should ...
... sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her , Crying , " Get up , little Alice ! it is day . " If you listen by that grave , in sun and shower , With your ear down , little Alice never cries ! -- Could we see her face , be sure we should ...
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... sleep . Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping- We fall upon our faces , trying to go ; And , underneath our heavy eyelids drooping , The reddest flower would look as pale as snow . For , all day , we drag our burden tiring , Through ...
... sleep . Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping- We fall upon our faces , trying to go ; And , underneath our heavy eyelids drooping , The reddest flower would look as pale as snow . For , all day , we drag our burden tiring , Through ...
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... sleeps by me . Young Jamie looed me weel , and sought me for his bride , But saving ae crown piece , he ' d naething else beside . To make the crown a pound , my Jamie gaed to sea ; And the crown and the pound , O they were baith for me ...
... sleeps by me . Young Jamie looed me weel , and sought me for his bride , But saving ae crown piece , he ' d naething else beside . To make the crown a pound , my Jamie gaed to sea ; And the crown and the pound , O they were baith for me ...
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... sleep ; So you shall good shepherds prove , And for ever hold the love Of our great God . * Sweetest slumbers , And soft silence , fall in numbers On your eye - lids ! So , farewell ! Thus I end my evening's knell . Bermudas . WHERE the ...
... sleep ; So you shall good shepherds prove , And for ever hold the love Of our great God . * Sweetest slumbers , And soft silence , fall in numbers On your eye - lids ! So , farewell ! Thus I end my evening's knell . Bermudas . WHERE the ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charm Cloudland clouds dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmur ne'er never Nevermore night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet poetry praise Preston Mill pride right hand path rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees twine unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods Yarrow young youth
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Page 372 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 371 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 458 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 17 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! LEIGH HUNT.
Page 198 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Page 197 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Page 146 - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 198 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 241 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.