The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - 397 pages |
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... HOPE . 326 THE APPEAL AND THE REPROOF 329 GERALD MASSEY . ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . OUR WEE WHITE ROSE WINE OF CYPRUS 331 THAT MERRY , MERRY MAY BABE CHRISTABEL CHARLES KINGSLEY . WILLIAM ALLINGHAM . THE THREE FISHERS 337 AUTUMNAL ...
... HOPE . 326 THE APPEAL AND THE REPROOF 329 GERALD MASSEY . ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . OUR WEE WHITE ROSE WINE OF CYPRUS 331 THAT MERRY , MERRY MAY BABE CHRISTABEL CHARLES KINGSLEY . WILLIAM ALLINGHAM . THE THREE FISHERS 337 AUTUMNAL ...
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... HOPE OF THE RESURRECTION . Massey . Ditto Allingham Mackay Brown · J. R. Clayton . 385 D. Edwards 387 " G. Dodgson 390 E. H. Corbould 393 • Dillo 395 BEATTIE . Lo ! where the stripling , wrapt in LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . XV Page.
... HOPE OF THE RESURRECTION . Massey . Ditto Allingham Mackay Brown · J. R. Clayton . 385 D. Edwards 387 " G. Dodgson 390 E. H. Corbould 393 • Dillo 395 BEATTIE . Lo ! where the stripling , wrapt in LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . XV Page.
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... By guileful Hope misled : Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more To Mirth's enlivening strain ; For present pleasure soon is o'er , And all the past is vain . " COWPER . YARDLEY OAK . ( Since which I number 10 RETIREMENT .
... By guileful Hope misled : Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more To Mirth's enlivening strain ; For present pleasure soon is o'er , And all the past is vain . " COWPER . YARDLEY OAK . ( Since which I number 10 RETIREMENT .
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... Hope . But pangs more cruel , more intensely keen , Wound and distract their sympathetic Queen . With fruitless tears she o'er their misery bends ; From her sweet brow the thorny rose she rends , And , bow'd by grief's insufferable ...
... Hope . But pangs more cruel , more intensely keen , Wound and distract their sympathetic Queen . With fruitless tears she o'er their misery bends ; From her sweet brow the thorny rose she rends , And , bow'd by grief's insufferable ...
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... Hope reclines upon the tomb , And points my wishes to that tranquil shore , Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more . SONNET ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE . SWEET poet of the woods , a long adieu ! Farewell , soft minstrel of ...
... Hope reclines upon the tomb , And points my wishes to that tranquil shore , Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more . SONNET ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE . SWEET poet of the woods , a long adieu ! Farewell , soft minstrel of ...
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Page 137 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 162 - 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 132 - 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 180 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormv winds do blow.
Page 179 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 136 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 118 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 204 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 115 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Page 172 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...