Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 Seiten |
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... smile a hard - set smile , like a stoic , or like A wiser epicurean , and let the world have its way : For nature is one with rapine , a harm no preacher can heal ; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow , the sparrow 22 MAUD .
... smile a hard - set smile , like a stoic , or like A wiser epicurean , and let the world have its way : For nature is one with rapine , a harm no preacher can heal ; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow , the sparrow 22 MAUD .
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... smile so sweet She made me divine amends For a courtesy not return'd . 3 . And thus a delicate spark Of glowing and growing light Thro ' the livelong hours of the dark Kept itself warm in the heart of my dreams , Ready to burst in a ...
... smile so sweet She made me divine amends For a courtesy not return'd . 3 . And thus a delicate spark Of glowing and growing light Thro ' the livelong hours of the dark Kept itself warm in the heart of my dreams , Ready to burst in a ...
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... smile were all that I dream'd , Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet . 6 . What if tho ' her eye seem'd full Of a kind intent to me , What if that dandy - despot , he , That jewell'd mass of millinery , That ...
... smile were all that I dream'd , Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet . 6 . What if tho ' her eye seem'd full Of a kind intent to me , What if that dandy - despot , he , That jewell'd mass of millinery , That ...
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... smile his brutal scorn What if he had told her yester - morn How prettily for his own sweet sake A face of tenderness might be feign'd , And a moist mirage in desert eyes , That so , when the rotten hustings shake In another month to ...
... smile his brutal scorn What if he had told her yester - morn How prettily for his own sweet sake A face of tenderness might be feign'd , And a moist mirage in desert eyes , That so , when the rotten hustings shake In another month to ...
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... smile and tender tone Came out of her pitying womanhood , For am I not , am I not , here alone So many a summer since she died , My mother , who was so gentle and good ? Living alone in an empty house , Here half - hid in the gleaming ...
... smile and tender tone Came out of her pitying womanhood , For am I not , am I not , here alone So many a summer since she died , My mother , who was so gentle and good ? Living alone in an empty house , Here half - hid in the gleaming ...
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50 cents 63 cents ask'd babble bailiff beat beauty bell be toll'd blood Blush bow'd brimming river brook Cannon cheat Cloth cold crost crush'd daffodil dance dark dead dear Death delight dream DUKE OF WELLINGTON echo Edition ESSAYS evermore F. D. MAURICE fair fancies feet flash'd flow To join garden glimmer glory golden GOLDEN LEGEND gone Half a league Hall hand happy happy day head hear heart Heaven honor James join the brimming Katie land Lebanon light lilies look'd lord madness Maud meadow night o'er passionate peace people's voice Philip POEMS POETICAL poison'd Portrait Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents pride REJECTED ADDRESSES rings rivulet rose Rosy round seem'd shadow shining silent smile song stood sweet thee things thou thro TICKNOR AND FIELDS turn'd TWICE-TOLD TALES vext walks weep wood WRITINGS
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Seite 76 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; 50 The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Seite 139 - He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevail'd, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun.
Seite 133 - For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'da hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun...
Seite 117 - ... I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 73 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Seite 128 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Seite 77 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Seite 78 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Seite 129 - Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime...
Seite 74 - When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.