Poems, Band 1Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - 229 Seiten |
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... pride of Summer ; -how she decks The birth - day world with blossoms ever new , As if Time had not lived , and heap'd great wrecks Of years on years ? -O then I bravely vex And catch the gay Months in their gaudy plight , And slay them ...
... pride of Summer ; -how she decks The birth - day world with blossoms ever new , As if Time had not lived , and heap'd great wrecks Of years on years ? -O then I bravely vex And catch the gay Months in their gaudy plight , And slay them ...
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... pride of my eyes and the care Of my hands ? Then I turn'd me self - banish'd , and came Into Thessaly here , where I met with the same As myself . I have heard how they met by a stream In games , and were suddenly changed by a scream ...
... pride of my eyes and the care Of my hands ? Then I turn'd me self - banish'd , and came Into Thessaly here , where I met with the same As myself . I have heard how they met by a stream In games , and were suddenly changed by a scream ...
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... Pride is buried , -like its very ghost , Uprisen from the naked bones below , In novel flesh , clad in the silent boast Of gaudy silk that flutters to and fro , Shedding its chilling superstition most On young and ignorant natures — as ...
... Pride is buried , -like its very ghost , Uprisen from the naked bones below , In novel flesh , clad in the silent boast Of gaudy silk that flutters to and fro , Shedding its chilling superstition most On young and ignorant natures — as ...
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... pride , May change the soul's warm glances for the fire Of lifeless diamonds ; -and for health deny'd , - With art , that blushes at itself , inspire Their languid cheeks — and flourish in a glory That has no life in life , nor after ...
... pride , May change the soul's warm glances for the fire Of lifeless diamonds ; -and for health deny'd , - With art , that blushes at itself , inspire Their languid cheeks — and flourish in a glory That has no life in life , nor after ...
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... pride , And sadly blends his reverence and blame In one grave bow , and passes with a stride Impatient : —many a red - hooded dame Turns her pain'd head , but not her glance , aside From wanton dress , and marvels o'er again , That ...
... pride , And sadly blends his reverence and blame In one grave bow , and passes with a stride Impatient : —many a red - hooded dame Turns her pain'd head , but not her glance , aside From wanton dress , and marvels o'er again , That ...
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Seite 3 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Seite 135 - Beneath the stroke, and even find Some sugar in the cane ! The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed ! The Fairy Tales in school-time read, By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun ! The angel form that always...
Seite 215 - Thy taws are brave ! — thy tops are rare ! Our tops are spun with coils of care, Our dumps are no delight ! — The Elgin marbles are but tame, And 'tis at best a sorry game To fly the Muse's kite ! Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead, Our topmost joys fall dull and dead, Like balls with no rebound ! And often with a faded eye We look behind, and send a sigh Towards that merry ground ! Then be contented. Thou hast got The most of heaven in thy young lot...
Seite 134 - Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call ! My...
Seite vii - FAREWELL life ! my senses swim, And the world is growing dim : Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night — Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapor chill ; Strong the earthy odor grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome life ! the spirit strives ! • Strength returns and hope revives; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapor cold — I...
Seite 170 - Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below ; It is not death to know this, — but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft, — and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
Seite 145 - On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noonday, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes. Where are the blooms of Summer ? — In the west, Blushing their last to the last sunny hours. When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs To a most gloomy breast.
Seite 173 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea...
Seite 133 - When that I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! FAIR INES.