PoemsE. Moxon, 1857 - 388 Seiten |
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... cheek , and chin , Is white as wool of sheep . His frame is like a giant's frame ; His legs are long and stark ; His arms like limbs of knotted yew ; His hands like rugged bark ; So he felleth still With right good will , As if to build ...
... cheek , and chin , Is white as wool of sheep . His frame is like a giant's frame ; His legs are long and stark ; His arms like limbs of knotted yew ; His hands like rugged bark ; So he felleth still With right good will , As if to build ...
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... cheeks without a bloom ; - And the Voice that cried , ' For the pomp We haste to an early tomb ! " For the pomp and pleasure of Pride , We toil like Afric slaves , And only to earn a home at last , Where yonder cypress waves ; And then ...
... cheeks without a bloom ; - And the Voice that cried , ' For the pomp We haste to an early tomb ! " For the pomp and pleasure of Pride , We toil like Afric slaves , And only to earn a home at last , Where yonder cypress waves ; And then ...
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... cheek , And not in the haggard's blaze ! To Him who sends a drought To parch the fields forlorn , The rain to flood the meadows with mud , The blight to blast the corn , To Him I leave to guide The bolt in its crooked path , To strike ...
... cheek , And not in the haggard's blaze ! To Him who sends a drought To parch the fields forlorn , The rain to flood the meadows with mud , The blight to blast the corn , To Him I leave to guide The bolt in its crooked path , To strike ...
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... cheek , As if he dee - dash - dee'd some other flocks Besides those woolly - headed stubborn blocks That stood before him , in vexatious huddle- Poor little lambs , with bleating wethers group'd , While , now and then , a thirsty ...
... cheek , As if he dee - dash - dee'd some other flocks Besides those woolly - headed stubborn blocks That stood before him , in vexatious huddle- Poor little lambs , with bleating wethers group'd , While , now and then , a thirsty ...
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... cheeks , instead of a healthy hue , As yellow as any guinea grew , Making the common phrase seem true About a rich complexion . And now came the nurse , and during a pause , Her dead - leaf satin would fitly cause A very autumnal rustle ...
... cheeks , instead of a healthy hue , As yellow as any guinea grew , Making the common phrase seem true About a rich complexion . And now came the nurse , and during a pause , Her dead - leaf satin would fitly cause A very autumnal rustle ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALEXANDER DYCE beauty beneath bird blood bloom bough breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB cheeks cloth cloud cold dance dark dead dear Death deep double dream earth EDWARD MOXON elves eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers foolscap 8vo gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Ass Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hollow human hung leaves light limbs lips living look'd looks Love's LYCUS marble Miss Kilmansegg moon morn mortal Naiad never night o'er Otto of Roses pale pearls pity POEMS poor raining music rich roll'd rose Rotterdam round Saturn seem'd shade shadows shine sighs silent sing skies sleep smiles solemn song sorrow soul spirit stamp'd sweet tears thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thrush tree turn'd Twas wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 45 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Seite 42 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Seite 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Seite 41 - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her,— All that remains...
Seite 32 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Seite xiii - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Seite 177 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold...
Seite 31 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted I PART II.
Seite xiii - His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Seite 386 - 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, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...