The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of Crabbe ... and others. Being a suppl. vol. to The poetical works of Byron, Scott and MooreH. I. Broenner, 1828 - 788 pages |
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... behold only beautiful colours , making their appearance according to optical laws , or feel pleasant physical sensations resulting from a pure atmosphere , or from the odoriferous exhalations of herbage , or enjoy the pleasure of ...
... behold only beautiful colours , making their appearance according to optical laws , or feel pleasant physical sensations resulting from a pure atmosphere , or from the odoriferous exhalations of herbage , or enjoy the pleasure of ...
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... behold But ere the events that from this meeting | So. With that small brook beneath , where he would stand , And stooping fill the hollow of his hand To quench th ' impatient thirst - then stop awhile To see the sun upon the waters ...
... behold But ere the events that from this meeting | So. With that small brook beneath , where he would stand , And stooping fill the hollow of his hand To quench th ' impatient thirst - then stop awhile To see the sun upon the waters ...
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... behold : How hot the vengeance of a heart so cold ! See how be beats , whom he had just reviled And made rebellious - that imploring child : How fierce his eye , how merciless his blows , And how his anger on his insult grows ; You saw ...
... behold : How hot the vengeance of a heart so cold ! See how be beats , whom he had just reviled And made rebellious - that imploring child : How fierce his eye , how merciless his blows , And how his anger on his insult grows ; You saw ...
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... behold , The morn is lovely , though the air is cold : There is delicious quiet in this scene , At once so rich , so varied , so serene ; Sounds too delight us . — each discordant tone Thus mingled please , that fail to please alone ...
... behold , The morn is lovely , though the air is cold : There is delicious quiet in this scene , At once so rich , so varied , so serene ; Sounds too delight us . — each discordant tone Thus mingled please , that fail to please alone ...
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... behold her , Richard ; I must see This patient spouse who sweetens misery But didst thou need , and wouldst thou not apply ? Nay thou wert right — but then how wrong was I ! " " My indiscretion was- " " No more repeat ; Would I were ...
... behold her , Richard ; I must see This patient spouse who sweetens misery But didst thou need , and wouldst thou not apply ? Nay thou wert right — but then how wrong was I ! " " My indiscretion was- " " No more repeat ; Would I were ...
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Page 259 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 261 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 336 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Page 354 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 299 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 353 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 341 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Page 258 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Page 336 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page 352 - 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.