Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 páginas |
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... gently here ib . CORNWALL , BARRY 314 Where shall we bury our Shame The Last Song .. ib . But who shall see Song 315 Tome not , Oh Lord ! The Last Day of Tippoo Saib ib . Solution of the Difficulty of an Em- Description of Pluto 317 ...
... gently here ib . CORNWALL , BARRY 314 Where shall we bury our Shame The Last Song .. ib . But who shall see Song 315 Tome not , Oh Lord ! The Last Day of Tippoo Saib ib . Solution of the Difficulty of an Em- Description of Pluto 317 ...
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... Gentle Hugh Herries .. 364 A Parisian Fauxbourg . 425 The Downfall of Dalzell 365 The Death of Leonidas .. 426 Thou hast vow'd by the Faith , my The Stars 429 Jeanie 368 Execution of Louis XVI 430 The Young Maxwell ib . Things to come ...
... Gentle Hugh Herries .. 364 A Parisian Fauxbourg . 425 The Downfall of Dalzell 365 The Death of Leonidas .. 426 Thou hast vow'd by the Faith , my The Stars 429 Jeanie 368 Execution of Louis XVI 430 The Young Maxwell ib . Things to come ...
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... gentle pair , for aye allied ; Begotten without thought , born without pains , The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains . F. So let it be : and yet , methinks , my friend , Silence were wise , where satire will not mend . Why wound the ...
... gentle pair , for aye allied ; Begotten without thought , born without pains , The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains . F. So let it be : and yet , methinks , my friend , Silence were wise , where satire will not mend . Why wound the ...
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... gently on her , As he too had been awed . Lady . The foolish stripling ! She hath bewitch'd thee . Is she large in ... gentle little one that hang'st upon me With such fond hold , in good sooth we must part . Here bid Heaven bless me ...
... gently on her , As he too had been awed . Lady . The foolish stripling ! She hath bewitch'd thee . Is she large in ... gentle little one that hang'st upon me With such fond hold , in good sooth we must part . Here bid Heaven bless me ...
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... less unworthy far , Than the world's leavings ; than a worn - out heart , By vice enfeebled , and by vain desires Sunk and exhausted ! From David and Goliath . THIS gentle and amiable poet of nature was born at 54 HANNAH MORE .
... less unworthy far , Than the world's leavings ; than a worn - out heart , By vice enfeebled , and by vain desires Sunk and exhausted ! From David and Goliath . THIS gentle and amiable poet of nature was born at 54 HANNAH MORE .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark dead death deep delight Donald Macdonald dread dream earth fair fear flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy hope hour Isle of Palms JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES king lady land light lips live lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lyre maid Martyr of Antioch Melfi morning mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star stood storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thought tree turn'd Twas voice waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 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...
Página 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Página 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,
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 111 - 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!
Página 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Página 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Página 105 - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.