Poetical Works: Including Poems and Versions of Poems Herein Published for the First TimeH. Frowde, 1912 - 1072 pagina's |
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... gaze Till I , methinks , all spirit seem to grow . 1 First published in 1893 , from an autograph MS . 2 First printed in the Cambridge Intelligencer , Oct. 15 , 1794. First collected P. and D. W. , 1880 , Supplement , ii . 359. The text ...
... gaze Till I , methinks , all spirit seem to grow . 1 First published in 1893 , from an autograph MS . 2 First printed in the Cambridge Intelligencer , Oct. 15 , 1794. First collected P. and D. W. , 1880 , Supplement , ii . 359. The text ...
Pagina 17
... gaze a while TM Be all my wish ' mid Fancy's high career E'en till she quit this scene of earthly toil ; Then Hope perchance might fondly sigh to join Her spirit in thy kindred orb , O Star benign ! ? 1790 . PAIN1 ONCE Could the Morn's ...
... gaze a while TM Be all my wish ' mid Fancy's high career E'en till she quit this scene of earthly toil ; Then Hope perchance might fondly sigh to join Her spirit in thy kindred orb , O Star benign ! ? 1790 . PAIN1 ONCE Could the Morn's ...
Pagina 39
... gaze and wetted cheek My wonted haunts along , Thus , faithful Maiden ! thou shalt seek The Youth of simplest song . But I along the breeze shall roll The voice of feeble power ; And dwell , the Moon - beam of thy soul , In Slumber's ...
... gaze and wetted cheek My wonted haunts along , Thus , faithful Maiden ! thou shalt seek The Youth of simplest song . But I along the breeze shall roll The voice of feeble power ; And dwell , the Moon - beam of thy soul , In Slumber's ...
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... Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely - sculptur'd name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctur'd hue , We glance before his view : 35 40 O'er his hush'd soul our soothing ...
... Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely - sculptur'd name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctur'd hue , We glance before his view : 35 40 O'er his hush'd soul our soothing ...
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... , 1803 . 11 On my way ] to the gaze Watchman , S. S. , 1797 , 1803 . that I were once more , & c . S. L. Corrected in Errata , p . [ xii ] . 14 Ah ! FIRST DRAFT AN EFFUSION AT EVENING WRITTEN IN AUGUST , 48 THE GENTLE LOOK.
... , 1803 . 11 On my way ] to the gaze Watchman , S. S. , 1797 , 1803 . that I were once more , & c . S. L. Corrected in Errata , p . [ xii ] . 14 Ah ! FIRST DRAFT AN EFFUSION AT EVENING WRITTEN IN AUGUST , 48 THE GENTLE LOOK.
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Pagina 226 - And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again!
Pagina 118 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Pagina 188 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Pagina 195 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. "I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, 250 Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Pagina 994 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pagina 196 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Pagina 375 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!
Pagina 215 - The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Pagina 227 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pagina 198 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...