Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pages |
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... pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of ...
... pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of ...
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... pale face . Now , whilst his blood mounts upward , now he knows The solid gain that from conviction flows ; And strengthen'd Confidence shall hence fulfil ( With conscious Innocence more valued still ) The dreariest task that winter ...
... pale face . Now , whilst his blood mounts upward , now he knows The solid gain that from conviction flows ; And strengthen'd Confidence shall hence fulfil ( With conscious Innocence more valued still ) The dreariest task that winter ...
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... pale , And this the purport of her artless tale . " I have no parents , and no friends beside : I well remember when my mother died— My brother cried ; and so did I that day ; We had no father - he was gone away . That night we left our ...
... pale , And this the purport of her artless tale . " I have no parents , and no friends beside : I well remember when my mother died— My brother cried ; and so did I that day ; We had no father - he was gone away . That night we left our ...
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... pale her cheek , unmark'd with roseate hue , Nor beam'd from her mild eye a dazzling glance , Nor flash'd her nameless graces on the sight : Yet Beauty never woke such pure delight . Fine was her form , as Dian's in the dance : Her ...
... pale her cheek , unmark'd with roseate hue , Nor beam'd from her mild eye a dazzling glance , Nor flash'd her nameless graces on the sight : Yet Beauty never woke such pure delight . Fine was her form , as Dian's in the dance : Her ...
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... gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale ; His wife , another , not his Eleonora , At once his nurse and his interpreter . G THE GIPSY . Down by yon hazel copse , at ROGERS . 93.
... gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale ; His wife , another , not his Eleonora , At once his nurse and his interpreter . G THE GIPSY . Down by yon hazel copse , at ROGERS . 93.
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.