The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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Pagina 16
... breast " Those pearls of price studding the front of Virtue's crest , " And make that sylph - like form , that being of my life , " A demon wand'rer thro ' the maze of mortal strife ! " The summer of her life encircles her with flowers ...
... breast " Those pearls of price studding the front of Virtue's crest , " And make that sylph - like form , that being of my life , " A demon wand'rer thro ' the maze of mortal strife ! " The summer of her life encircles her with flowers ...
Pagina 19
... breast , When whisp'ring in her ear he fervently confess't His burning love , and passionately begg'd to learn If she could e'er , with half the zeal , that love return . She mus'd and blush'd awhile , then modestly replied , " That in ...
... breast , When whisp'ring in her ear he fervently confess't His burning love , and passionately begg'd to learn If she could e'er , with half the zeal , that love return . She mus'd and blush'd awhile , then modestly replied , " That in ...
Pagina 20
... breast , Unsullied yet by cunning's fierce distorting brand , Or roughly knotch'd by vice's hard unfeeling hand , She'd read ; and struggling poverty within the tale , Painted in truthful character , they'd both bewail : And oft , to ...
... breast , Unsullied yet by cunning's fierce distorting brand , Or roughly knotch'd by vice's hard unfeeling hand , She'd read ; and struggling poverty within the tale , Painted in truthful character , they'd both bewail : And oft , to ...
Pagina 21
... breast of Love , That prayer , like incense , to the azure realms above , Might rise unstudied , with spontaneous rapture lit— For prayer , when felt impulsively , is far more fit Than to the lips from memory's mechanic store ' Tis sent ...
... breast of Love , That prayer , like incense , to the azure realms above , Might rise unstudied , with spontaneous rapture lit— For prayer , when felt impulsively , is far more fit Than to the lips from memory's mechanic store ' Tis sent ...
Pagina 22
... breast , Tho ' stake or dungeon drear their liberties should wrest . Homer , the Grecian bard , in " Odyssey " would shine Immortal , laurell'd in Poet - radiance divine . Virgil and Horace pace in turns the dreamy stage Of Fancy ...
... breast , Tho ' stake or dungeon drear their liberties should wrest . Homer , the Grecian bard , in " Odyssey " would shine Immortal , laurell'd in Poet - radiance divine . Virgil and Horace pace in turns the dreamy stage Of Fancy ...
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angel barque beauty behold BIRKENHEAD blest bliss breast breath brother child clouds co-operation dark shadows dear death delight diction divine doth dream e'en earth Edgar Allan Poe Eliza Cook enchanting evanescent faith flowers freedom gaze give glide glorious glowing golden ears happiness hath heart Hertfordshire holy hope human ideal ignorance imagination influence intellectual labour life's live Love's majesty mankind means mind misery moral moral philosophy mother mould mourn mysterious mystic nature Nature's ne'er neath nestling never night nought o'er Poems poet poetic poetic diction Poetry of Feeling poverty pride principle produce Progress Quoth the Raven rapture Redhill reform reign Religion rill serfdom shine slave slavery smiles social soul strife struggle sublime sweet sweetly thee There's music things thou thought thrill thro tion toil truth Virtue's voice waft Whilst Wolverton wonderful youthful
Populaire passages
Pagina 115 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Pagina 114 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Pagina 114 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Pagina 114 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pagina 115 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
Pagina 112 - 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.
Pagina 116 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
Pagina 110 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Pagina 112 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Pagina 115 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...