Poems, Band 1Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
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... count of spotless fame , And baron brave , That might the sword of empire wield , All these , O Death , hast thou concealed In the dark grave ! Their deeds of mercy and of arms , In peaceful days , or war's alarms , When thou dost show ...
... count of spotless fame , And baron brave , That might the sword of empire wield , All these , O Death , hast thou concealed In the dark grave ! Their deeds of mercy and of arms , In peaceful days , or war's alarms , When thou dost show ...
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... count them all ; Then , on Ocaña's castled rock , Death at his portal came to knock , With sudden call , - Saying , " Good Cavalier , prepare To leave this world of toil and care With joyful mien ; Let thy strong heart of steel this day ...
... count them all ; Then , on Ocaña's castled rock , Death at his portal came to knock , With sudden call , - Saying , " Good Cavalier , prepare To leave this world of toil and care With joyful mien ; Let thy strong heart of steel this day ...
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... count ! How , without malice murmuring , glides thy cur- rent ! O sweet simplicity of days gone by ! Thou shun'st the haunts of man , to dwell in limpid fount ! THE CELESTIAL PIL ( ) T . FROM DANTE . THE BROOK . 53 The Brook.
... count ! How , without malice murmuring , glides thy cur- rent ! O sweet simplicity of days gone by ! Thou shun'st the haunts of man , to dwell in limpid fount ! THE CELESTIAL PIL ( ) T . FROM DANTE . THE BROOK . 53 The Brook.
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... and daily the shadow of the church spire , with its long tapering finger , counts the tombs , representing a dial - plate of human life , on which the hours and minutes are the graves of men . The stones are flat , and large , 78 PREFACE .
... and daily the shadow of the church spire , with its long tapering finger , counts the tombs , representing a dial - plate of human life , on which the hours and minutes are the graves of men . The stones are flat , and large , 78 PREFACE .
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... counting the plaits in the kirtles of the peasant girls , their number being an indication of the wearer's wealth . It may end in a wedding . I will endeavour to describe a village wedding in Sweden . It shall be in summer time ...
... counting the plaits in the kirtles of the peasant girls , their number being an indication of the wearer's wealth . It may end in a wedding . I will endeavour to describe a village wedding in Sweden . It shall be in summer time ...
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angel Balt Bart beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bride bright Bruges Carlos child Chis clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead Death Don Carlos Dost thou doth dreams earth Edenhall eyes fair father fear fire flowers Gascon Gaucelm Faidit Geoffrey Rudel Gipsy gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er Padre pass poem poet Pray prayer Preciosa rain ring rise round sail Saint Sandalphon sang SCENE shadows shalt ship silent singing sleep smile soft song soul sound stands star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thoughts Timoneda troubadour unto Vict Victor Galbraith Victorian village voice walls wave weary wild wind youth
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Seite 8 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Seite 93 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Seite 10 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Seite 270 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
Seite 236 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts; The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 12 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Seite 130 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Seite 354 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Seite 95 - Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save...
Seite 130 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.