The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 pages |
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... feel no touch of sympathy , or love . Yet what is music , and the blended power Of voice with instruments of wind and string ? What but an empty pageant of sweet noise ! ' Tis past ; and all that it has left behind Is but an echo ...
... feel no touch of sympathy , or love . Yet what is music , and the blended power Of voice with instruments of wind and string ? What but an empty pageant of sweet noise ! ' Tis past ; and all that it has left behind Is but an echo ...
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... feel their kinds of power , and when they meet , Chide , fondle , weep , dare , threaten , or entreat . See one poor girl , all terror and alarm , Has fondly seiz'd upon her lover's arm ; " Thou shalt not venture ; " and he answers " No ...
... feel their kinds of power , and when they meet , Chide , fondle , weep , dare , threaten , or entreat . See one poor girl , all terror and alarm , Has fondly seiz'd upon her lover's arm ; " Thou shalt not venture ; " and he answers " No ...
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... feeling would intrude : Unlucky sense and sympathy Spoilt the vain thing he strove to be . For FLORIO was not meant by nature , A silly or a worthless creature : He had a heart dispos'd to feel , Had life and spirit , taste and zeal ...
... feeling would intrude : Unlucky sense and sympathy Spoilt the vain thing he strove to be . For FLORIO was not meant by nature , A silly or a worthless creature : He had a heart dispos'd to feel , Had life and spirit , taste and zeal ...
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... " Twas larded still with sceptic prate ; Begin whatever theme you will , In unbelief he lands you still : The good , with shame I speak it , feel Not half this proselyting zeal : While cold their Master's cause to own , Content to 84.
... " Twas larded still with sceptic prate ; Begin whatever theme you will , In unbelief he lands you still : The good , with shame I speak it , feel Not half this proselyting zeal : While cold their Master's cause to own , Content to 84.
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... feel the beatings of his heart , Breathe his sweet breath , and kiss for kiss impart ; Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove , And , if she can , exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care , Apart she ...
... feel the beatings of his heart , Breathe his sweet breath , and kiss for kiss impart ; Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove , And , if she can , exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care , Apart she ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings wood youth
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Page 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Page 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Page 175 - 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...
Page 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 20 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Page 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.