Cameos: Selected from the Works of Walter Savage Landor

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James R. Osgood, 1874 - 128 Seiten
 

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Seite 4 - In many a tender wheaten plot, Flowers that were dead Live, and old suns revive; but not That holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me As once this year; Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair. I came as one whose thoughts half linger Half run before; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore.
Seite 31 - THE MAID'S LAMENT. [From the Examination of Shakespeare.] I loved him not ; and yet now he is gone I feel I am alone. I checked him while he spoke ; yet could he speak, Alas, I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought And wearied all my thought...
Seite 32 - ... of death! I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ! but mine returns, And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years Wept he as bitter tears! Merciful God.
Seite 55 - I dared not touch it; for it seemed a part Of her own self; fresh, full, the most mature Of blossoms, yet a blossom; with a touch To fall, and yet unfallen. She drew back. The...
Seite 29 - Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids. Soon shall Oblivion's deepening veil Hide all the peopled hills you see, The gay, the proud, while lovers hail These many summers you and me.
Seite 28 - AH, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Seite 31 - THE MAID'S LAMENT. I loved him not ; and yet now he is gone I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke ; yet could he speak Alas ! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him : I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death.
Seite 59 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Seite 34 - When better boys were taught ; But thou at length hast made me sage, If I am sage in aught.
Seite 32 - Twas not a sigh of pain. I may not call thee back; but thou Returnest when the hand Of gentle Sleep waves o'er my brow...

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