Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 pages |
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... Prince Athanase Part Second - 138 Sonnet I- 20 Do 11 . 21 Do 111 . £ 2 Do IV . Song a widow Bird Song . On the Faded violet Song Rarely , Rarely , comest thou 2225 87 23 24 Song for Tasso Song on a faded violet Song of CONTENTS .
... Prince Athanase Part Second - 138 Sonnet I- 20 Do 11 . 21 Do 111 . £ 2 Do IV . Song a widow Bird Song . On the Faded violet Song Rarely , Rarely , comest thou 2225 87 23 24 Song for Tasso Song on a faded violet Song of CONTENTS .
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... birds did rest On the bare thorn's breast , Whose roots , beside the pathway track , Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had made between . Thine eyes glowed in the glare Of the moon's dying light ; As a fen - fire's ...
... birds did rest On the bare thorn's breast , Whose roots , beside the pathway track , Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had made between . Thine eyes glowed in the glare Of the moon's dying light ; As a fen - fire's ...
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... bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate ; Voice the sweetest ever heard ! And your brow more Than the * Of this azure Italy . * # sky Mary dear , come to me soon , am not well whilst thou art far ; As sunset to ...
... bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate ; Voice the sweetest ever heard ! And your brow more Than the * Of this azure Italy . * # sky Mary dear , come to me soon , am not well whilst thou art far ; As sunset to ...
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... unheeding many he did move , A splendour among shadows , a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene , a Spirit that strove For truth , and like the Preacher found it not . A SONG . A WIDOW bird sate mourning for her MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , 23.
... unheeding many he did move , A splendour among shadows , a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene , a Spirit that strove For truth , and like the Preacher found it not . A SONG . A WIDOW bird sate mourning for her MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , 23.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. A SONG . A WIDOW bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind kept on above , The freezing stream below . There was no leaf upon the forest bare , No flower upon the ground , And little ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. A SONG . A WIDOW bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind kept on above , The freezing stream below . There was no leaf upon the forest bare , No flower upon the ground , And little ...
Expressions et termes fréquents
æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
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Page 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Page 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Page 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Page 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Page 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.