Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - 490 Seiten |
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... sighing . " There were also certain every - day objects , the names of which it was thought necessary to aggrandise , before they could be fitted for the purposes of poetry . Thus , the sun could not shine in verse but under the name of ...
... sighing . " There were also certain every - day objects , the names of which it was thought necessary to aggrandise , before they could be fitted for the purposes of poetry . Thus , the sun could not shine in verse but under the name of ...
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... sighs of love , Unheard of earthly ears . This is a creed , In the good faith of which poor seamen climb Their rocking masts , in the full roar of battle , And we'll believe it . Ella . It is a blessed one : I would believe it . Rodrig ...
... sighs of love , Unheard of earthly ears . This is a creed , In the good faith of which poor seamen climb Their rocking masts , in the full roar of battle , And we'll believe it . Ella . It is a blessed one : I would believe it . Rodrig ...
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... sigh elaborate , the fraudful tear , The joy dissembled , and the well - feign'd fear , All these were his ; and his each treach'rous art That steals the guileless and unpractised heart . Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame , " Twas ...
... sigh elaborate , the fraudful tear , The joy dissembled , and the well - feign'd fear , All these were his ; and his each treach'rous art That steals the guileless and unpractised heart . Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame , " Twas ...
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... sighs that rise against her will , And agitating dreams disturb her still ! Dame , we should know before we go to rest , Whence comes this Girl , and how she came distrest . Wake her , and ask ; for she is sorely bruised : I long to ...
... sighs that rise against her will , And agitating dreams disturb her still ! Dame , we should know before we go to rest , Whence comes this Girl , and how she came distrest . Wake her , and ask ; for she is sorely bruised : I long to ...
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... sigh . Thus was the sacred compact doubly seal'd ! Thus were her spirits raised , her bruises heal'd : Thankful , and cheerful too , no more afraid , Thus little Phoebe was the Miller's Maid . Grateful they found her ; patient of ...
... sigh . Thus was the sacred compact doubly seal'd ! Thus were her spirits raised , her bruises heal'd : Thankful , and cheerful too , no more afraid , Thus little Phoebe was the Miller's Maid . Grateful they found her ; patient of ...
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Seite 109 - 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...
Seite 403 - 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...
Seite 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Seite 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Seite 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Seite 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 104 - 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,
Seite 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Seite 163 - 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...