PoemsWhittaker & Company, 1852 - 358 páginas |
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amaranthine art thou beauty beneath blest bliss bosom bowers breath bride bright brow calm charms cheek cherish'd Christian dear death deep divine doth dread dwell E'en earth earthly eyes Faery queen fair Fairy faith fancies Fancy's feel fond fondly friends gaze gentle grace grave grief Guenever haply hath Heaven Herne Bay hope hopes and fears idlesse King Arthur ladies life's look look'd love's loveliness maiden mirth mortal Muse ne'er night o'er once pain pass'd past phantasy pleasant poets poor pure repose rhyme rich rove scarce seem'd Sir Launfal sleep slumber smiles song SONNET sooth sorrow soul spirit strange stream sweet sympathy tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thy dreams thy heart toil treasure trump of doom twas vext voice wandering wast wayward ween Whate'er wild WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED young youth
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Página 79 - 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 2 - 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 170 - 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 47 - Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie !—though I know that not for me Is thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and thy step so firm and free...
Página 7 - 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 ; And I have made me bosom friends, And...
Página 53 - FORGET thee?" — If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day, If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet's heart can pay, If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven's protecting power, If winged thoughts that flit to thee— a thousand in an hour, If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot, — If this thou call'st " forgetting," thou, indeed shalt be forgot ! II.
Página 4 - Nor gently lull'd thy aching head, Nor view'd thy dying agony. I felt not what my parents felt — The doubt — the terror — the distress : Nor vainly for my brother knelt : — My soul was spared that wretchedness : One sentence told me in a breath My brother's illness and his death ! And days of mourning glided by, And brought me back my gaiety : For soon in childhood's wayward heart Doth crush'd affection cease to smart.
Página 54 - — Bid the forest-birds forget their sweetest tune; "Forget thee?" — Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon; Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve's refreshing dew; Thyself forget thine
Página 210 - Fierce and deadly was the anguish, Which on yonder Cross He bore; How did soul and body languish, Till the toil of death was o'er!
Página 54 - But let it nurse its humble faith and uncomplaining love ; — If these, preserved for patient years, at last avail me not, Forget me then ; — but ne'er believe that thou canst be forgot ! CHARLES WOLFE.