PoemsG.P. Putnam, 1850 - 229 pages |
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beauty billows bird bloom blue breast breath bright Brooklets brow buds cheeks chronicled in stone Circe clouds cold cowslips dark dead dear death deep dost dream elfin elves Ev'n eyes face faint fair fairy fear flow'rs gaze gentle gloom golden green grey grief hair hand hath heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hollow kiss Leander leaves light lily lips live locks looks Love's LYCUS magic marble Meanwhile melancholy moon morn mortal mortal engine Naiad ne'er never night o'er pale pearls pity pluck'd poison'd poor quoth raining music Robin Goodfellow rose round Saturn shade shadows shine sighs silence sing skies sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul Stept stream summer sweet tears tender thee thine thing Thomas Hood thought toy'd trees trembling true SONG turn'd vast air voice warm wave weep Wherefore wherein Whilst wild wind wings ye sung
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Page 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Page 134 - Twas papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote, — my present dreams Will never soar so high. My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall : My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call ! My...
Page 6 - We pluok'd them as we pass'd ! That churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet ! Oh, no — the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met. 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast ; It was the time of roses, — We pluck'd them as we pass'd ! THE ROMANCE OF COLOGNE.
Page 161 - MOTHER of light ! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led ! — Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old ? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunter never...
Page vii - FAREWELL Life ! my senses swim, And the world is growing dim : Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night — Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapour chill ; Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose...
Page 211 - ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY.* AH me ! those old familiar bounds ! That classic house, those classic grounds My pensive thought recalls ! What tender urchins now confine, What little captives now repine, Within yon irksome walls ? Ay, that's the very house ! I know Its ugly windows, ten a-row ! Its chimneys in the rear ! And there's the iron rod so high, That drew the thunder from the sky And...
Page 3 - Tis all that I can say ; — It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day ; The very echo of my heart, The blessing when I pray: I love thee — I love thee ! Is all that I can say.
Page 137 - SUMMER is gone on swallows' wings, And earth has buried all her flowers : No more the lark, the linnet sings, But silence sits in faded bowers. There is a shadow on the plain Of Winter ere he comes again, — There is in woods a solemn sound Of hollow warnings whispered round, As Echo in her deep recess For once had turned a prophetess.
Page 135 - The careless dogs'-ears apt to deck My book and collar both ! How can this formal man be styled Merely an Alexandrine child, A boy of larger growth ? Oh for that small, small beer anew ! And (heaven's own type) that mild sky-blue...
Page 183 - Close, close your eyes with holy dread, And weave a circle round him thrice ; For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise \-Coleridge.