Poetical Works: Including Poems and Versions of Poems Herein Published for the First TimeH. Frowde, 1912 - 1072 pagina's |
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Pagina 55
... poor mite mourn a brief imprisonment- That mite at Sorrow's faintest sound Leaps from its scrip with an elastic bound ! But oh ! if ever song thine ear Might soothe , O haste with fost'ring hand to rear One Flower of Hope ! At Love's ...
... poor mite mourn a brief imprisonment- That mite at Sorrow's faintest sound Leaps from its scrip with an elastic bound ! But oh ! if ever song thine ear Might soothe , O haste with fost'ring hand to rear One Flower of Hope ! At Love's ...
Pagina 57
... poor man wealth , Morrison MSS . 7 heard ] hears 1797 , 1828 , 1829. 8 mark'd ] marks 1797 , 1828. 9 And o'er the dowried maiden's glowing cheek , Letter , 1794 , Morrison MSS .: virgin's snowy cheek , J. H. , MS . E. bridal love ...
... poor man wealth , Morrison MSS . 7 heard ] hears 1797 , 1828 , 1829. 8 mark'd ] marks 1797 , 1828. 9 And o'er the dowried maiden's glowing cheek , Letter , 1794 , Morrison MSS .: virgin's snowy cheek , J. H. , MS . E. bridal love ...
Pagina 71
... poor wanderer's pride ! Oh ! lost to Love and Truth , whose selfish joy Tasted her vernal sweets , but tasted to destroy ! ' 1794 . THE OUTCAST1 PALE Roamer through the night ! thou poor Forlorn ! Remorse that man on his death - bed ...
... poor wanderer's pride ! Oh ! lost to Love and Truth , whose selfish joy Tasted her vernal sweets , but tasted to destroy ! ' 1794 . THE OUTCAST1 PALE Roamer through the night ! thou poor Forlorn ! Remorse that man on his death - bed ...
Pagina 74
... POOR little Foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ragged coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled spirits hath dismay'd , That never thou ...
... POOR little Foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ragged coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled spirits hath dismay'd , That never thou ...
Pagina 75
... Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of Woe ! For much I fear me that He lives like thee , Half famish'd in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend ? It seems to say , ' And ...
... Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of Woe ! For much I fear me that He lives like thee , Half famish'd in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend ? It seems to say , ' And ...
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Populaire passages
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...