A poet's portfolio; or, Minor poems1835 |
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... strange tale ; - -'t is true , and - yet ' t is not ; - Follow me , Falkland , thou shalt see the spot , — See slain boy , my life's own life , - the pride my - And hope of his poor mother , but he died ; He died , and she did not ...
... strange tale ; - -'t is true , and - yet ' t is not ; - Follow me , Falkland , thou shalt see the spot , — See slain boy , my life's own life , - the pride my - And hope of his poor mother , but he died ; He died , and she did not ...
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... ; For ' t is the bitterest thought of all , The wormwood added to the gall , That such a wreck of mortal bliss , That such a weight of woe as this , GRAY . Is no strange thing , but , strange to say 52 AN EVERY-DAY TALE A TALE WITHOUT A ...
... ; For ' t is the bitterest thought of all , The wormwood added to the gall , That such a wreck of mortal bliss , That such a weight of woe as this , GRAY . Is no strange thing , but , strange to say 52 AN EVERY-DAY TALE A TALE WITHOUT A ...
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James Montgomery. Is no strange thing , but , strange to say ! The tale , the truth of every day . At Mary's birth , her mother smiled Upon her first , last , only child , And , at the sight of that young flower , Forgot the anguish of ...
James Montgomery. Is no strange thing , but , strange to say ! The tale , the truth of every day . At Mary's birth , her mother smiled Upon her first , last , only child , And , at the sight of that young flower , Forgot the anguish of ...
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... its fount life's stream , propell'd , His breasts with sweet nutrition swell'd , At whose strange springs , his infant drew Milk , as the rose - bud drinks the dew . Mary from childhood rose to youth , In paths of 54 AN EVERY - DAY TALE .
... its fount life's stream , propell'd , His breasts with sweet nutrition swell'd , At whose strange springs , his infant drew Milk , as the rose - bud drinks the dew . Mary from childhood rose to youth , In paths of 54 AN EVERY - DAY TALE .
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... strange thing , — but , strange to say ! The tale -the truth — of every day . Go , visit thou , in their distress , THE WIDOW and THE FATHERLESS . A TALE WITHOUT A NAME . " O woman ! AN EVERY - DAY TALE . 61.
... strange thing , — but , strange to say ! The tale -the truth — of every day . Go , visit thou , in their distress , THE WIDOW and THE FATHERLESS . A TALE WITHOUT A NAME . " O woman ! AN EVERY - DAY TALE . 61.
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age to age agony amidst angel art thou battle of Sempach beauty behold beneath beneath the sky bird bless bliss blood breast breath bright clouds cried dark dead death dream earth eternity face Falkland fear fell fire fix'd fled flower Foolscap 8vo Gerusalemme Liberata gloom glory grace grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour land liberty light living living wall look'd Lord morning negroes night o'er pang paradise peace pray'd prayer reveal'd RING-DOVE ROBERT SOUTHEY round sea of glass seal'd seem'd sepulchre shade shine sighs sight sing skies skylarks slaves smile song soul spirit stand stars stept stood streams strife sung sweet sword tears thee thence thine thought throne tomb tongue turn'd vales vanish'd voice vols waked the dead weep wind wing woods word worm yoke
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Seite 167 - The bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest : In lark and nightingale we see What honour hath humility. When Mary chose the "better part,
Seite 55 - 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 ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Seite 217 - Amen, so let it be ; Life from the dead is in that word, "Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Seite 31 - Winkelried ! There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name. Unmarked he stood amid the throng, In rumination deep and long, Till you might see, with sudden grace, The very thought come o'er his face...
Seite 221 - So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.
Seite 225 - Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, "Take the kingdom, it is Thine, King of kings and Lord of lords.
Seite 232 - Sow in the morn thy seed ; At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land.
Seite 9 - ... that the very agony of the war, and the view of the calamities and desolation the kingdom did and must endure, took his sleep from him, and would shortly break his heart.
Seite 219 - Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease; While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace ! Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallowed ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around.
Seite 8 - Falkland ; a person of such prodigious parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness and delight in conversation, of so flowing and obliging a humanity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this odious and accursed civil war, than that single loss, it must be most infamous and execrable to all posterity.