Poems, Band 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 273 Seiten |
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... lies , Clay - cold to her caressing . Despairing , stunn'd , by her eternal loss , She flies to succour that may ... lie ; Tell 30 THE ROMANCE OF COLOGNE .
... lies , Clay - cold to her caressing . Despairing , stunn'd , by her eternal loss , She flies to succour that may ... lie ; Tell 30 THE ROMANCE OF COLOGNE .
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... lies in dimpled eddies drown'd , And roses bloom more rosily for joy , And odorous silence ripens into sound , And fingers move to sound . - All - beauteous boy ! How thou dost waken into smiles , and prove , If not more lovely , thou ...
... lies in dimpled eddies drown'd , And roses bloom more rosily for joy , And odorous silence ripens into sound , And fingers move to sound . - All - beauteous boy ! How thou dost waken into smiles , and prove , If not more lovely , thou ...
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... lies down ; - And sometimes we enrich gray stems , with twined And vagrant ivy , -or rich moss , whose brown Burns into gold as the warm sun goes down . 66 L. And , lastly , for mirth's sake and MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 73.
... lies down ; - And sometimes we enrich gray stems , with twined And vagrant ivy , -or rich moss , whose brown Burns into gold as the warm sun goes down . 66 L. And , lastly , for mirth's sake and MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 73.
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... eyes forlorn ; So death lies ambush'd in consumptive streaks ; But inward grief was writhing o'er its task , As heart - sick jesters weep behind the mask . XXX . He thought of Hero and the lost delight 124 HERO AND LEANDER .
... eyes forlorn ; So death lies ambush'd in consumptive streaks ; But inward grief was writhing o'er its task , As heart - sick jesters weep behind the mask . XXX . He thought of Hero and the lost delight 124 HERO AND LEANDER .
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... lies on ; ' Tis so beclouded with her coal - black hair That densely skirts her luminous horizon , Making her doubly fair , thus darkly set , As marble lies advantag'd upon jet . XXXII . She's all too bright , too argent , and too pale ...
... lies on ; ' Tis so beclouded with her coal - black hair That densely skirts her luminous horizon , Making her doubly fair , thus darkly set , As marble lies advantag'd upon jet . XXXII . She's all too bright , too argent , and too pale ...
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beauty billows birds bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright bright eyes Brooklets brow buds cheeks churl Circe clouds cold cowslip dark dead dear death deep dost dream earth EDWARD MOXON elfin elves Ev'n eyes face faint fair fairy farewell fear flow'rs forlorn gaze gentle gloom glow golden green grief hair hand hath heart heav'n HERO AND LEANDER hollow kiss Leander leaves light lily lips live locks looks Love's LYCUS magic melancholy mirth moon morn Naiad ne'er never night o'er pale pearls pity pluck'd poison'd Puck quoth raining music Robin Goodfellow rose round Sappho Saturn scythe shade shadows shine sighs silence sing skies sleep smiles song sorrow soul stamp'd Stept stream summer sweet tears tender thee thine thing thought thy dream trees turn'd vext voice warm waters wave weep Wherefore Whilst wind wings
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Seite 238 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
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.
Seite 10 - Strong the earthy odour 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 vapour cold — I smell the rose above the mould ! April, 1845.
Seite 218 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Seite 262 - t not enough to vex our souls, And fill our eyes, that we have set Our love upon a rose's leaf, Our hearts upon a violet ? Blue eyes, red cheeks, are frailer yet ; And, sometimes, at their swift decay Beforehand we must fret : The roses bud and bloom again ; But love may haunt the grave of love, And watch the mould in vain.
Seite 247 - THE stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail ; The moon is constant to her time ; The sun will never fail ; But follow, follow round the world, The green earth and the sea ; So love is with the lover's heart, Wherever he may be.
Seite 18 - I WILL not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun: The cowslip is a country wench, The violet is a nun;— But I will woo the dainty rose, The queen of every one.
Seite 9 - Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told, — Hereafter thou mayst press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow!
Seite 242 - THE WATER LADY. ALAS ! the moon should ever beam To show what man should never see ! • I saw a maiden on a stream, And fair was she ! I...
Seite 10 - 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 vapour chill ; Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose...