PoemsW. Pickering, 1837 - 357 páginas |
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... twas time To check this wayward rhyme , And leave thee free to other cares more dear . In sooth , it is not well to waste to - day , The gravest of thy life , in rhyme and roundelay . XXVII . The day is gone at last ; - Darkness is ...
... twas time To check this wayward rhyme , And leave thee free to other cares more dear . In sooth , it is not well to waste to - day , The gravest of thy life , in rhyme and roundelay . XXVII . The day is gone at last ; - Darkness is ...
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... twas done , I , though I knew it not , had lost a son ! That blow came sharp and sudden ; when I sail'd , The hue of gathering sickness scarce had paled Our darling's cheek , and when upstairs I bent My lingering steps , to kiss him ere ...
... twas done , I , though I knew it not , had lost a son ! That blow came sharp and sudden ; when I sail'd , The hue of gathering sickness scarce had paled Our darling's cheek , and when upstairs I bent My lingering steps , to kiss him ere ...
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... twas death- - Had I seen this , which thou didst see alone , I think e'en Reason would have left her throne : And what thy gentle soul could scarce sustain , Had crush'd my sterner heart , and overwhelm'd my brain . Why was I spared ...
... twas death- - Had I seen this , which thou didst see alone , I think e'en Reason would have left her throne : And what thy gentle soul could scarce sustain , Had crush'd my sterner heart , and overwhelm'd my brain . Why was I spared ...
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... Twas thy heart bled , thy gentle eyes that wept , While death and life contended — he meanwhile , Divided from thy side by many a mile , Knew nothing of thy pangs , nor could assuage By speech or look thy sorrow's wildest rage , Nor e ...
... Twas thy heart bled , thy gentle eyes that wept , While death and life contended — he meanwhile , Divided from thy side by many a mile , Knew nothing of thy pangs , nor could assuage By speech or look thy sorrow's wildest rage , Nor e ...
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... Twas simply that my nature is less prone Than thine to see , in simple sod and stone , That which lies hid beneath them ; is less moved By outward tokens of things lost and loved ; Grieves and rejoices , in its joy and grief , Without ...
... Twas simply that my nature is less prone Than thine to see , in simple sod and stone , That which lies hid beneath them ; is less moved By outward tokens of things lost and loved ; Grieves and rejoices , in its joy and grief , Without ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE beauty beneath bliss bosom bowers breath bright brow calm Chancery Lane crown 8vo dear death deep divine doth dread dreams dwell E'en e'er earth earthly edition eyes Faerie Queene fair Fairy fancy Fancy's fear feel fond friends gaze gentle grave grief Guenever haply hath Heaven Herne Bay hope hopes and fears idlesse India paper King Arthur lady life's lone look look'd love's maiden mirth mortal Muse ne'er never night o'er once pain pass'd phantasy POEMS poet's poets poor pure rapture rhyme rich rove S. T. COLERIDGE scarce Scottish lassie seem'd Sir Launfal sleep smiles song SONNET soothe sorrow soul spirit strange sweet sympathy tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thy heart toil twas UGO FOSCOLO vext visions voice vols wandering wast ween wild witch young youth
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Página 41 - Oh, should my gentle child be spared to manhood's years like me, A holier and a wiser man I trust that he will be ; And when I look into his eyes, and stroke his thoughtful brow, I dare not think what I should feel, were I to lose him now.
Página 255 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Página 43 - I cannot tell what form is his, what looks he weareth now, Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph brow. The...
Página 41 - ... together walk ; He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children talk. Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not on bat or ball, But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all. His little heart is busy still, and oftentimes...
Página 44 - When we think of what our darling is, and what we still must be, — When we muse on that world's perfect bliss, and this world's misery, — When we groan beneath this load of sin, and feel this grief and pain, — Oh! we'd rather lose our other two, than have him here again.
Página 42 - When he walks with me, the country folk, Who pass us in the street, Will shout for joy. and bless my boy, He looks so mild and sweet. A playfellow is he to all.
Página 40 - With eyes of thoughtful earnestness, and mind of gentle mould. They tell me that unusual grace in all his ways appears, That my child is grave, and wise of heart, beyond his childish years. I cannot say how this may be : I know his face is fair ; And yet his chiefest comeliness is his sweet and serious air. I know his heart is kind and fond ; I know he loveth me ; But loveth yet his mother more, with grateful fervency.
Página 180 - From neighb'ring fort or citadel ; No sound of human toil or strife To death's lone dwelling speaks of life, Nor breaks the silence still and deep Where thou, beneath thy burial stone, Art laid in that unstartled sleep The living eye hath never known. The lonely sexton's footstep falls In dismal echoes on the walls, As, slowly pacing through the aisle, He sweeps th...
Página 185 - My boyish days are nearly gone, My breast is not unsullied now ; And worldly cares and woes will soon Cut their deep furrows on my brow — And life will take a darker hue From ills my Brother never knew.